This is a song about "Sail"

He ain't even respect the name, he said whale

As we sail vikings look from the heavens and hail

Has trouble even under a fair sail.

But i come on the weekends, pablo jail

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

Get booty set sail on coast inhale no choke exhale no smoke no joke...

I mean the game been dry

Blue smoke rings sail through the sky

Let them sail to finish line,

She prefer the dutty wine

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns