This is a song about "Sail"

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Let them sail to finish line,

Westside, bitch i run mine

Thuggin' till the day i die

Blue smoke rings sail through the sky

As we sail vikings look from the heavens and hail

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

Has trouble even under a fair sail.

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

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

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat