This is a song about "Ocean plastic pollution"

You should refuse to listen to these rebuking pollution,

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

A grain of sand on the beach, a droplet in the ocean.

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Bulldoze/ and watch their bodies turn plastic

Or just stop the pollution

If he keep going, pass the torch to him

You're a paradox in motion, just a violent ocean,

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

Still listen to big

These rappers are plastic

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I blame the pollution of the mainstream music they viewing