This is a song about "Tides"

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

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

My forehead drenched in sweat, i turn the tides

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

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