This is a song about "Charlotte sales"

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

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

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

Money and power come to us through direct sales,

Im cuttin the sales and makin the scenes,

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets