This is a song about "Yachts"

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

Better pick a better option before these nikes get to stomping

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

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

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

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

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

You're my favorite show, any chance i get i try to watch