This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

Cause all i want is you, baby

If you flow like a river, then my raps are a sea/

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Steal your sabre-sword, rip a few chords & call it an album/

Lying to yourself, all over an image

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

And who woulda thought or knew? out of the fish in the sea,

Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

U ask for forgivness i know we all ain't holy st. john

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

I caught a can of lipton in the sea,