This is a song about "Jacob bream"

I heard ya lost do you know your way around

Was thrown in a river by morons and nearly drowned

If you a real nigga, you looking in the mirror

You're gonna sink in the river, with no liver

I mean turn up the bass

I can get straight to the cash

Nobody ain't own us yet

Black clouds circle my weary head

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Sub-woofer bass boosted ay stay lucid

But so many asian bitches in my crib it looks like i be clonin'

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

You could say i'm friends with fred

Found dead covered in red

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Stampede in this game like the hawks of the sea