This is a song about "Yachts"

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

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

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

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since