This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Just put your hand on the glass

Megaphones be blaring my bass,

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

She couldn't really cook but that woman tried her best

I caught a can of lipton in the sea,

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

My burial at sea gets to me when i sleep, creeping up/

I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea

Bought a brand new car for my after party

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

On a fuckin submarine, you're below sea level