This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Eatin pussy up for dinner man that shit smell like salmon

When the lights are out she says, i am bathed in red,

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

There's a lot of religions like fish in the sea

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

Dropping tracks as much as skrillex drops the bass

I fight in a pool sweat just like jacob and his angel

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

If we just had more salmon we could play more madden

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

Subtweets lower than sub-bass blasting submarines,

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

Before i make your nose rudolph, special red,