This is a song about "Sales"

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Im cuttin the sales and makin the scenes,

Money and power come to us through direct sales,

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

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen