This is a song about "Jacob bream"

I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea

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

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Disappointment in my head

Holla out my set

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Sub-woofer bass boosted ay stay lucid

Every day was a saturday, shit

Where you belong with your family

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

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

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head

Woo-hah, got you all in check