This is a song about "Jacob bream"

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Cause i'm crappin out better shit than you while sittin on the fuckin john

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

Then dipped into the sea, back, for next thing menu-ed up

And who woulda thought or knew? out of the fish in the sea,

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe