This is a song about "Sail"

Let them sail to finish line,

Uh, well, don't waste time

Blue smoke rings sail through the sky

Thuggin' till the day i die

As we sail vikings look from the heavens and hail

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

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...

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

Has trouble even under a fair sail.

Pink toenails tail like a beached whale