This is a song about "Yacht"

Icon or bennetti, it's just yacht chat

They can't see me, i'm like the team that brought brett back

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

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

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

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

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

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

Livin on a yacht yeah maritime

Promise me you won't step out of line

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

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

Caught and locked, over my yacht you drop.