This is a song about "Sales"

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Money and power come to us through direct sales,

Im cuttin the sales and makin the scenes,

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records