This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

My bars are more compressed then sedimentary rock,

So while the world goes drake crazy

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Eatin pussy up for dinner man that shit smell like salmon

Your being pushed into the dead sea

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Tonight, i ain't here to party, i came to rock (rock)

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

Gained a hundred pounds to be a fat white chris rock,

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

And who woulda thought or knew? out of the fish in the sea,

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Enforce, i'm elegant and

My god made the sea and land