This is a song about "Tides"

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Hot furnace flow spitting venom turning the tides of both sides with insurgents

But there’s strange tidings, the tides of war are sure to change

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

People love hodgy i hate you though

Ride my tides i don't mind my lies that died slow

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

My forehead drenched in sweat, i turn the tides