This is a song about "Tides"

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

I make you feel like it is 10 below

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

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

My forehead drenched in sweat, i turn the tides

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

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

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage