This is a song about "Sail boats"

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

Forever submerged, viewing the paint, beneath boats

And today we're still in chains

I like rowing boats on sundays,

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

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

Splitting wig and isotopes, people pinned in slave boats

As we sail vikings look from the heavens and hail

Put the beaver in the mail, we can take it slow like snail

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

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

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