This is a song about "Yachts"

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

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

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

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

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

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

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

What a feeling of overcoming the odds