This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Who swore i'd wouldn't live till twentynow they gotta cope

The river flowed to the doors of riches and broke

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Rock a nigga out his socks

Word picture, hurt niggas, young verse killer

But here's the kicker, i'm living on the river

The rhymes flow out of me like a river

Regardless to all them, i appease her

But your the only fish that's after the sea-men/

Turned himself in, i had to find that dumb

Cutting me this worthless check

And im sure, that flew over your head/

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy

I’m at the bridge, boutta jump off right into the sea,

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Titanic sinks across the river styx