This is a song about "Cluster ships"

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

And get them back on their ships

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

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

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

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

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

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

This rap is sick shit im an iceberg im sinkin ships

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

A cluster fuck of cluster bombs hit ya crew, a few hit you