This is a song about "Jacob bream"

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

Your beauty was as resourceful as a river

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

I though i was red hot

I love the way you walk

Only seen family a few like gold

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

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

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

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Hit her and quit her, then i threw her in the river

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

After the dog is done his feast take him down to the river