This is a song about "Charlotte sales"

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

Money and power come to us through direct sales,

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

In private, not public in the streets

Im cuttin the sales and makin the scenes,

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

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that