This is a song about "Sail"

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Let them sail to finish line,

Huh, got to get better with time

Has trouble even under a fair sail.

Nah, i ain't gonna be embedded in jail

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

As we sail vikings look from the heavens and hail

Blue smoke rings sail through the sky

You know i want a piece of that pie

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

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