This is a song about "Sail boats"

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

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

Sunbathing with a hundred grand on boats sailing

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

Cause i'm australia and i'm turning back the boats

Come to my show you'll see/sea sickness no boats or yachts

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

I like rowing boats on sundays,

I'm blowin' fuckin' steam off like boats with paddle wheels,

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Let them sail to finish line,

Slow whine, my gyal, slow whine

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records