This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

The river flowed to the doors of riches and broke

She too bad to pass, so fine i'm gon' speak

Verses sweep my mental urges bleak

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

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

I look down in the river, no sound in that wet mirror

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Phoma is having dinner, while the killer's awaiting by the river

Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Yeah im rocken gold/ nikka u rocked silver/ ull never get thant shit/ kuz yo life is bitter/

The youngest of my mother kids

Titanic sinks across the river styx

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

And served it to the public on a silver platter