This is a song about "Semen ghost ship"

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

#right #see, #i'm #pisces, so i'll #march till i'm #ghost,

Face spliffs and get outta this world like a space ship

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

Well, the club bout to hear this song

But no, that ship has gone

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

What is a relationship but a wasted trip on a plated ship

Hole in the hull, busted ship

With g's in my pocket

Ghost in the hook so real

Yellow diamonds in my ear

And im just hoping creativity is swimming in my semen

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Go into your room and find semen all over the place