This is a song about "Jacob bream"

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea

I caught a can of lipton in the sea,

Bitch, i might make you my baby

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

My burial at sea gets to me when i sleep, creeping up/

I got bigger problems baby

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

Fuck reppin red fuck reppin blue,

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

Found dead covered in red

I though i was red hot

I make her cum a lot

Holla out my set

She wants to dye her hair red?