This is a song about "Yacht"

Caught and locked, over my yacht you drop.

We popping bottles, it don't stop

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

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

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

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

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

Jeff hamilton, genesis, leather time

Livin on a yacht yeah maritime

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

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Icon or bennetti, it's just yacht chat