This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

You'll be like osama bin laden, dropped in the sea

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

My slight fo's just talk dirty

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Emerging from the sea

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

No dark clouds, just silver linings

My god made the sea and land

Trying hard to speak and

His urn was silver with his name gold plated,

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Come to my show you'll see/sea sickness no boats or yachts

I really fought like moses, going to adjust the sea

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only