This is a song about "Ships"

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

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

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Fuck scholar ships. give me a holar heres some ballar tips.

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

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

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

And get them back on their ships

The fire spitter, he sinks ships

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

My ancestors were brought here on american ships

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love