This is a song about "Boats and hos"

Come to my show you'll see/sea sickness no boats or yachts

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Splitting wig and isotopes, people pinned in slave boats

And stop playing hide and seek,

Yea i'm missin some sleep

Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

And get it again and again

Bad hoes i'm seen with them

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

Grab the scissors and saws and