This is a song about "Jacob bream"

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

But your the only fish that's after the sea-men/

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Fresh peel after intersecting slides your glistening red

I could use you as a toothpick in my bleak sleek teeth.

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

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

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Stampede in this game like the hawks of the sea

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

Whats marijuana? my fuckin eyes are never red

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head

Is a space that now you hold

Turn money into diamonds and gold