This is a song about "Sinks"

And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold,

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

The fire spitter, he sinks ships

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

And the red sun sinks at least into the hills of gold,

Titanic sinks across the river styx

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks