This is a song about "Jacob bream"

I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

Brought this shit to fruition, took my niggas to vegas

Who look down on the common people and spit in they faces,

Blossoms in my radius, common

Bet i get like 8 of them

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Of fault and sins cause we lack common sense

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

That's why i make my raps deep like the whole fucking atlantic ocean!

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Sub-woofer bass boosted ay stay lucid

Emerging from the sea

We ain't hear to hurt nobody