This is a song about "Yachts"

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Foreign drop top coups, and yachts guzzling straight shots a scotch,

You're my favorite show, any chance i get i try to watch

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

But now i own yachts bigger than a lot of mans cribs

Now it's yachts, pockets got enough knots to take mobs shopping

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Come to my show you'll see/sea sickness no boats or yachts