This is a song about "Ships"

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

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

Sinkin' ships are dying, we participated in past movements,

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

And get them back on their ships

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

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

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

My ancestors were brought here on american ships

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

While all those ships go tips(y)

On they twitter writing novels, see

So here i am at the store for some chips

The fire spitter, he sinks ships

Fine young man with an old man mind

Leaving 50 ton ships fucken capsized