This is a song about "Jacob bream"

That shit was ludicrous/ her pussy smelt like tuna-fish

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

Phoma is having dinner, while the killer's awaiting by the river

And if they all in your business then you don't need a twitter

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Throw it in the river where she sunk

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

But if she wanna roll wit me she gotta blow something

But here's the kicker, i'm living on the river

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her