This is a song about "Big ships"

I'm the king of england with my ships of gold,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

While all those ships go tips(y)

The weed in me is real sticky

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

Superfly, opposite of basic

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

Hasn't been big enough yet

6 is only half senses, and i'm waiting on my race to send ships

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

I put missiles through ships, this is as crystal as it gets