This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

And on the banks of this river

The river of death has brimmed his banks

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

Who won't refer twilight, knows it's shitty, poor

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

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

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