This is a song about "Jacob bream"

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

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

And then i saw the red,

Kick back and know yo son set

The rhythm gets into your head.

Your heart was false just like the words you said

Bitch i am in your head.

One day a bed

You could say i'm friends with fred

Black clouds circle my weary head

Im spittin like the rock

Just searching for the perfect shot

Loving you is clouding my head

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Salmon river leap stream another triple w dot domain