This is a song about "Yachts"

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

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

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

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

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

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

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks