This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Bring your pen and your weed stash

I mean turn up the bass

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

Something wicked this way come

Blossoms in my radius, common

They say theres plenty fish in the sea

The good kid from the ugly city

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

Watch the simpsons and eating some cereal for dinner

Your beauty was as resourceful as a river

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Your thought provokes a a common cold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

When you drink the bathwater from the polluted sea