This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea

I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

And on the banks of this river

That damier bag i bought her

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

You'll be like osama bin laden, dropped in the sea

On a fuckin submarine, you're below sea level

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special

Emerging from the sea

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

So while the world goes drake crazy

Crack some jokes, and break the silence of sea,