This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Rock your face like mountaintops

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Your beauty was as resourceful as a river

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

When you drink the bathwater from the polluted sea

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

I could use you as a toothpick in my bleak sleek teeth.

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Ketchup like a condiment, my common sense says

Had a dream like martin luther, little bit of hope

'caution when you engage with the common folk

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

Or be on the street corner with a pipe smokin the rock