This is a song about "Sail boats"

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

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

Why you call me back? don't lie

Blue smoke rings sail through the sky

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

Splitting wig and isotopes, people pinned in slave boats

As we sail vikings look from the heavens and hail

Millionaire frames, that's money on my mind, wale

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...

Sunbathing with a hundred grand on boats sailing

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Let them sail to finish line,

3 times, show me your peace sign