This is a song about "Jacob bream"

I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe

Even though she is rich, beautiful, and white

As i christen your children

They had a hell of a run

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

On a fuckin submarine, you're below sea level

I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time

To the white lies or white lines that constantly define

Emerging from the sea

Bitch, they call it motor city

Once they reach rock bottom

Yeah, waiting for a change to come

Listen, he been sittin' reminiscing lookin' at the children

Cause when i'm broke i got no time for the fellas. listen

// [you're a... rock star]

Ay yo you wonder who i are