This is a song about "Offshore rig"

Where constellations collide and where telescopes can't find,

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

Well, i can handle that

Get caught in my mouse trap

Riding through palm beach, damn this is a harsh tour.

I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure

Hit me square in the chest, wasn't wearing a vest

That's why i never claimed i was the best

Vigilantes, shit leaves 'em turned on like a hot appliance,

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Back to square one again, watching these titties wobbling with great,

Riding getting nice cause it's nice out

And tell me why would we just think about

Cause i’m back on my grind

Making things hard to find