This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Haven't it already bare in the common thief

I take em out their misery, make it harder to breathe

In the limelight being red hot

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

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

Married to winnie, he think he really nelson mandela

Throw em in the river outdoors

And i can't help but stare, cause

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

I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

Unlimited - break free, the river flows infinite/

But we can kick it sometime, we actually have alot in common

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

6 years of experience flowed down river to impotence

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers