This is a song about "Jacob bream"

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

But your the only fish that's after the sea-men/

Now your wrists are covered in red

And please never disrespect my set

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Then dipped into the sea, back, for next thing menu-ed up

Whats marijuana? my fuckin eyes are never red

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

So chase the air hide your stash

Megaphones be blaring my bass,