This is a song about "Under the sea"

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Stampede in this game like the hawks of the sea

Then bury her under the pavement

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

I'm not under the influence i'm under the game

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

There's other fish in the sea but see i ain't a sailor

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

The beat floating on top of my mind like a cork on the sea,

When i lyrically diss you with my vocal cords, you say no, no, restart that flow is too much

Under pressure like scuba divers trying to seek atlantis through an under sea secrete passage//

Just start floatin in the sea

It ain't hard to make money