This is a song about "Tide"

Like a crimson tide i let the fury fly

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

And i like my marijuana bright

But check out how i roll tide

Solders holding the tide fighting for a cause

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Her soul swashed with agony and its high tide

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

She's a sex chaser, do whatever for the change

Their caught beneath a tide of this righteous age

I was drowning in the tide with my mouth open wide,

Listen to treach, krs to get me through the night