This is a song about "Charlotte sales"

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

Im cuttin the sales and makin the scenes,

Cause after all the lights and screams

Keep spitting like that, then you will be a charlotte bobcat

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Money and power come to us through direct sales,