This is a song about "Yachts"

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

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

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

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

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

I need henny on the rock, my queen top notch

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

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