This is a song about "Jacob bream"

I pull up in that black and red challenger

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

As fuck like its been sniffing all kinds of crack i got punchlines european

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

I flow so deep you in a river, now you peddling/

Wow, umm, so tyler if you had the chance to tell him something

Visions bleak, no sympathy cause they're sinnin' villains sittin' rich in their buildings

Knock knock, who there? houdini dissappeargot green, john deere. more green, paul pierce

As fuck like its been sniffing all kinds of crack i got punchlines european

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

Verses sweep my mental urges bleak

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

The river of death has brimmed his banks

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

And a hi-hat made of plastic, nigga's sound is elastic

Titanic coming out of the atlantic causing panic