This is a song about "Sailor jerry"

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

"whatever is fair" but i ain't no jerry butler

He's like #tom #'n' #jerry, he gets beaten by mice, so he friggin' tries

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

Tryna find a secret garden just like tyler the creator

There's other fish in the sea but see i ain't a sailor

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

Them haters wishing they could see my demise

I'm immature as fuck, and i swear like a fuckin' sailor,

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

Dressed like a sailor, standin' by a pail of garbage