This is a song about "Sales representative"

Money and power come to us through direct sales,

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Im cuttin the sales and makin the scenes,

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records