This is a song about "Charlotte sales"

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Money and power come to us through direct sales,

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Im cuttin the sales and makin the scenes,

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

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