This is a song about "Water shortages in rural brazil"

Since i quarter dimes in order n' preach crack in holy water

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

We tread lightly in shallow water until we wade

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

Don't see this deeper than music, don't hear it but feel the author

Still like a lake water, while a child swims in the clear water

Face it: your face caucasian, you literally naked

Bombed in its way conversation water act slaughter kid

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

In holy water, no wonder they tried to hold me under longer

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

You weren't fishin' for me in shallow water

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for