This is a song about "Cleaning a ship"

I’ll just go on a fucking cruise ship

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

I cant stop im like a ship without an anchor

I'm feelin' like i better have an answer

I think it's only right, hoarse and everything

But there's too much trash in this bitch, get to cleaning/

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Ain't no haters to write about, just a cramped up closet that needs cleaning out.

My shit was submarine like, under ship

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

Won’t pop another pill, can’t drink another sip

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship//

This be like some pirate ship

Now you got me hopped up on that

The captain of a sinking ship with only the alarms in tact

I still be splitting women like a bogus hocus-pocus act