This is a song about "Sail"

They keep sayin' whale, but my name wale

As we sail vikings look from the heavens and hail

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

Has trouble even under a fair sail.

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

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

Blue smoke rings sail through the sky

That got your mother high

Let them sail to finish line,

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign