This is a song about "Jacob bream"

After this eighth be high like out of middle school

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

And pissing red, white, and blue

I'm eating real good, no soup for you

True player, cory mo cold as hell

Or throw in the white towell

You see now that nigga lonely

Just start floatin in the sea

Fresh peel after intersecting slides your glistening red

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Megaphones be blaring my bass,

And i got that drive and she just might crash

Especially if you are fucking white.

You gotta make sure you aim right

You'll be like osama bin laden, dropped in the sea

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free