This is a song about "Yacht"

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

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

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

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

Icon or bennetti, it's just yacht chat

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

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

Livin on a yacht yeah maritime

Ball out, ball hard, you can't cause it's rent time

Caught and locked, over my yacht you drop.

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

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