This is a song about "Yachts"

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

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

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

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

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

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

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

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks