This is a song about "Clipper ships"

Sinkin' ships are dying, we participated in past movements,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Fucking ball like a clipper and knicker,

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

I put missiles through ships, this is as crystal as it gets

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

I'm the king of england with my ships of gold,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

This rap is sick shit im an iceberg im sinkin ships

And get them back on their ships

Silicone bitches got the confidence

My ancestors were brought here on american ships

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks