This is a song about "American ships on high seas"

Im taking off sky high on a rocket,

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

Guest spot on american bandstand

Fortifying boundaries, not glorifying cloudy seas/

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

But on some real shit, fuck getting high

And i know that your supply

Get high on the white lady

Please boo what's your size crazy

And the dro got me floating on the seven seas

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Travel the world, and the seven seas

Automatic kill for pennies

When that banga on ya head, and u high on the med

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread