This is a song about "Charlotte sales"

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens

Im cuttin the sales and makin the scenes,

Money and power come to us through direct sales,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

The bitches is everything in between

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam