This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Truth is, my shit don't get publicized, when in reality, i already shit on yaw

Setting the stone in the river current and having dreams of futures he never foresaw

Verses sweep my mental urges bleak

African queen got what you need

And on the banks of this river

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

Titanic sinks across the river styx

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

Wake up every morning taken from my dreams feeling bleak, strength is weak

A smell something fishy its nicola sturgeon urging debates

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

Kick back and know yo son set

Color your eyes alveolar red