This is a song about "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

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

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 in the past me and future on the same watch

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

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