This is a song about "Waves crashing on my shore"

Running crashing your hearse

If i sent my dad letters

Constantly changing the course so i'm crashing my collection

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

The duration of my waves from the stereos and radio,

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

Shore you got drive, don't turn fake on they ass

Why a black nigga take ass over class

Verbally assault and cause wars shore to shore

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Demons in my dreams, i keep seeing my body wash up on a shore

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Chicago days, lake michigan waves