This is a song about "Full saild"

Like a line full of hoes

No, no, we are not those

Full course meal ingesting the pain

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Full of drugs, over inflated figures

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Belly full of paper bills

What them tippers don't see

Full of myself, but still hungry

Lets eat and rap with our mouths full,

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

Bases full, i grand slam/

Whether it's a beat or a scam

Love will have you stuck

Full up to fuck with blood,