This is a song about "Ww2 boats"

I like rowing boats on sundays,

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Cause i'm australia and i'm turning back the boats

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Forever submerged, viewing the paint, beneath boats

I'm blowin' fuckin' steam off like boats with paddle wheels,

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Come to my show you'll see/sea sickness no boats or yachts

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

Splitting wig and isotopes, people pinned in slave boats

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Sunbathing with a hundred grand on boats sailing