This is a song about "Tate the ship"

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

The other was sinkin' his ship while clingin' with grip to his blunders

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Find n.a.s.a. plaster, the first draft on a ship

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

Killing these niggas off quick

Your ship has sunk titanic

Straight g thing, double m g thing

It's the moment now, the ship is docking,

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Face spliffs and get outta this world like a space ship

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

I own multiple chains, outsource jobs, and ship 'em overseas,

The other was sinkin' his ship while clingin' with grip to his blunders

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth