This is a song about "Sail boat"

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

Let them sail to finish line,

After i load the boat,

Shout ymcmb, mmg we run the globe

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

From the bottom my boat crashes and relapses as another passes

Should on board of a boat,

On top of that, i’m broke

I fucking hate this job

Welcome aboard to the boat,

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

Let emotions go with the same flow that's sinking ya boat.

And thrown on a boat just to see how far you can float.

My bitch on the come-up while your bitch is going broke