This is a song about "Jacob bream"

On a fuckin submarine, you're below sea level

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

They say theres plenty fish in the sea

Kick back and know yo son set

I hear it in my head

Dropping tracks as much as skrillex drops the bass

But i let off everything i have

Your being pushed into the dead sea

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

The rhythm gets into your head.

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

I caught a can of lipton in the sea,

White kid from suburbia

Oh yeah, pops got a visa