This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children

I swear it's like this liquor is improving a lot of women

I got gills bitch im a sea fish

Let me cash you out , here hold this

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

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

As fuck like its been sniffing all kinds of crack i got punchlines european

Box car children trying to hide

Focus let me show you the light

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

When you drink the bathwater from the polluted sea