This is a song about "Yachts"

Left my member's card and now this shit gon have an extra charge

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

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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

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

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin