This is a song about "Cluster ships"

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

6 is only half senses, and i'm waiting on my race to send ships

While i'm making history

While all those ships go tips(y)

These chalance give me balance

And get them back on their ships

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

The fire spitter, he sinks ships

Fill up a buster, my skill is bigger then a galaxy cluster.

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother