This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Throw em in the river outdoors

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Ain't too fond of relationships though my hobby is relation

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

Now i'm spewing venom to the masses, outcome's bleak,

You trying real hard to appeal to someone

Cook up and run where i'm from, the south son,

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

Fetching my dick almost as quick as they cook and they clean dishes

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

I look down in the river, no sound in that wet mirror

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Titanic sinks across the river styx

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

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for