This is a song about "Yacht"

Icon or bennetti, it's just yacht chat

When love comes callin', don’t look back

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

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

I shine, you shine, so we shine

Livin on a yacht yeah maritime

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

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

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

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

I never ever can see no when i be in her slot

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

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Caught and locked, over my yacht you drop.