This is a song about "Jacob bream"

As long as when the check came they got first dibsnow brenda's belly is getting bigger

Yeah im rocken gold/ nikka u rocked silver/ ull never get thant shit/ kuz yo life is bitter/

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

When you drink the bathwater from the polluted sea

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

I'll challenge ya, battle ya, single you out like a bachelor

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

I’m at the bridge, boutta jump off right into the sea,

Come to my show you'll see/sea sickness no boats or yachts

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Stampede in this game like the hawks of the sea

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

I rather have a silver platter than- fall into life's badder trends

Dropping tracks as much as skrillex drops the bass

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last