This is a song about "Yacht"

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

Caught and locked, over my yacht you drop.

Let him rot, trod on his yacht that's the plot give him a fucking blood clot

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

As i'm dumping your body over the back of my yacht.

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Put a quarter in the slot, got a lot might as well buy a yacht/

This that black elohim anunnaki rap

Icon or bennetti, it's just yacht chat

But check out how i roll mine

Livin on a yacht yeah maritime

I float in the pussy like my dick is a yacht uh

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh