This is a song about "Yachts"

Heard the sound of several gun shots

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

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

I need henny on the rock, my queen top notch

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

She got me going, i’m all in, fifty stories, i’m falling

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