This is a song about "Yacht"

Icon or bennetti, it's just yacht chat

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

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

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

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

Livin on a yacht yeah maritime

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

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

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

Amnesty international got bangkok to montauk on lock

I can only imagine, uncle bob

Caught and locked, over my yacht you drop.