This is a song about "Jacob bream"

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

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Flow is china white, skin is diamond white,

Not me, i bet you remember the night

Whether it's white or violet

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

Stampede in this game like the hawks of the sea

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

And smash whores, bangin' in the car like shaky bass