This is a song about "Gap sales"

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

Money and power come to us through direct sales,

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

You 're a gap and a bully so stop this folly

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

Now i'm trapped in a gap like a bitches cleavage,

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

Bridging a gap that barely exists between my head and heart.

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

There's just a gap in your head, your not built for it.

You are pretty good to rap, cuz you have a fucking big gap.

See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap