This is a song about "Sail"

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

As we sail vikings look from the heavens and hail

Has trouble even under a fair sail.

Ha, dead broke tryna get a bail

I mean the game been dry

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

Detonating when i rhyme a rhyme

Let them sail to finish line,

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

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