This is a song about "Sales visors"

Waterfalls and visions on my visors/

Talking about the god you serve

Im cuttin the sales and makin the scenes,

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Money and power come to us through direct sales,

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave