This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Grow it in my red house

Start beef bigger then your spouse

Just start floatin in the sea

Took my heart away from money

My burial at sea gets to me when i sleep, creeping up/

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

My god made the sea and land

Fighting with my weak hand

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

When i see the sheets i just see they blood red,

Give us this day, our daily bread

All i could see by your body was red

I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

That's why i make my raps deep like the whole fucking atlantic ocean!