This is a song about "What do you do with a drunken sailor"

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

You gotta' do what you gotta' do

One, two, what you gonna do

He ain't give a fuck about you

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Don't do what your forced to do, do what makes you happy

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

Dont make a peep now skeet skeet do start what you

I really love my miami crew

Bitch, do what you gotta do.

South beach fountain blue

Mother fuckers what you do,

You can do what you want

See, and now life seem hard