This is a song about "Jacob bream"

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

The river flowed to the doors of riches and broke

Your heart was false just like the words you said

Dead they chose money over your head"

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

I look down in the river, no sound in that wet mirror

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

This guy's a choke artist

And on the banks of this river

I made a promise to the mirror

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Feelin like a fish out of water: dead salmon,

Once they reach rock bottom

Most of them niggas dumb

You find yourself thinking more about the children

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun