This is a song about "Jacob bream"

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club

Then dipped into the sea, back, for next thing menu-ed up

It's poor whites and poor blacks, still they hate each other,

My mouth is like the sewer, yeah yeah i keep it gutter

My burial at sea gets to me when i sleep, creeping up/

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

But it's still cool just to dream man because

Shes got blue eyes you can ''sea'' trough,

How you feel in your head

Kick back and know yo son set

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

And think alone in my head

Cause i'm crappin out better shit than you while sittin on the fuckin john

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Cant take meds without pigs in your head,

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat