This is a song about "Sales representative"

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

Money and power come to us through direct sales,

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Im cuttin the sales and makin the scenes,