This is a song about "Jacob bream"

And please never disrespect my set

I'm writing this off my head

Never hitting delete, technology peak, it's bleak,

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

If its not couture, i will not go to her

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

If your man want to bet

The ear worms in my head,

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

You're gonna sink in the river, with no liver

Whether it's white or violet

The real muscle in the message of that

I got a green bag with them blue strands

The river of death has brimmed his banks

Breakdancing to melle mel

Or throw in the white towell