This is a song about "Gap sales"

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

I suggest you batter log out gap

Should know i'm winnin that chanel fitted cap

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

Be the king, that was part of my dream

Top dropped down, black on black

What's that gap in that strap

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

I keep widening the gap

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

He's scared to get lost in the gap between your legs

Fuck off your just gap not a man going in the bed with your old

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned