This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Make some move, ambition i’m on a level

I fight in a pool sweat just like jacob and his angel

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

Brush by the bleak brick by brick

Teach you how to rope a chick

You can't handle my river, this an ending of an era

Married to winnie, he think he really nelson mandela

Truth is, my shit don't get publicized, when in reality, i already shit on yaw

Setting the stone in the river current and having dreams of futures he never foresaw

Baby father bullshittin', you two don't even speak

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

That's why i make my raps deep like the whole fucking atlantic ocean!

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

Now i'm spewing venom to the masses, outcome's bleak,