This is a song about "Ships"

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

This harbour's run for trading ships with kiss 'em redemption

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

This rap is sick shit im an iceberg im sinkin ships

Now i can draw your face up pretty

While all those ships go tips(y)

I put missiles through ships, this is as crystal as it gets

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

I'm the king of england with my ships of gold,

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

6 is only half senses, and i'm waiting on my race to send ships

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

The fire spitter, he sinks ships