This is a song about "Water and working nights"

They killed both of them and drowned the kid in hot water

When the present so powerful where the hour seem longer

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

Through the cloudy nights and stormy days

I wanna make a play and try escapin' the dreary nights

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Just proceeding with your life, working and breeding

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Start working and get some more flour

And there's little to be glad for

And music's about lettin' freedom reign like water drops,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

I sit here in awe, i ponder and sway, lighting my nights away

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for