This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Coroners comfort your mama

My all gold rolly or the

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

I fight in a pool sweat just like jacob and his angel

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

Easily leo da vinci when i piece in a picture

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

And i was in loath, i would never get over you, ever, sarah

You can't handle my river, this an ending of an era

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

Was thrown in a river by morons and nearly drowned