This is a song about "Tsi deck"

I brought the bowl of tomato soup onto the deck

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Suspect on deck that's that speck to me

You be get up on this fly shit baby

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Fuck a bail bonds got cash on deck to get free

She don’t give her nigga head

Unions they always on deck

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

A shit wrecked ship, lose grip, slipping on the deck

I got another girl on deck, but i might just make her wait

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Part of me ought to be a ship cause i keep her on deck,

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

His neck was stuck inside the tape deck,