This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Lemonhead end up dead

Before she fuck with ya head

Im going to get some head

My god come before this bread

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

Hit her and quit her, then i threw her in the river

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

You find yourself thinking more about the children

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

We both teenagers with the same mind state

We’re walking past the head on a silver plate

Verses sweep my mental urges bleak

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Down just so we can grow

No choke holds from me though,