This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Like sally mae on college debt

Sicken feeling running thought my head

This is like riding through the city

Show them im the king of the sea.

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

That shit was ludicrous/ her pussy smelt like tuna-fish

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Black clouds circle my weary head

A smell something fishy its nicola sturgeon urging debates

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

I jumped a skittish asian grocery man when he closed the store,

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

They giving pounds and that before get the money

I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea