This is a song about "Jacob bream"

I flow so deep you in a river, now you peddling/

If we ain't fucking for the moment then we doin' nothing

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head

I said you look like my ex-girlfriend, sister

But here's the kicker, i'm living on the river

Crack some jokes, and break the silence of sea,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

We’re walking past the head on a silver plate

When you drink the bathwater from the polluted sea

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

I'm just thinking from reefer keep on talking from liquor

Cut your body in 9 parts and throw you in the fraser river.

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

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