This is a song about "Jacob bream"

When the river nile flooded, water, mud/ silt from the river had washed all up

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

Spit it like i get it from the bible for your survival

I fight in a pool sweat just like jacob and his angel

Sicken feeling running thought my head

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

You could say i'm friends with fred

The numbers burst my head

I flow so deep you in a river, now you peddling/

So i'm just making sure my verses count for something

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

And please never disrespect my set

The river flowed to the doors of riches and broke

Now i’m killing these shows, i just deliver the hope

Hearing voices in my head

Im trying to see her in bed