This is a song about "Tides"

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

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

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

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

My forehead drenched in sweat, i turn the tides

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio

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