This is a song about "Jacob bream"

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Dude wise up don't end a crook nude lies she's a good brook

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

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

As fuck like its been sniffing all kinds of crack i got punchlines european

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

Is not far from white girls with big bread

And think alone in my head

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Another victim dissin the towel head/

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

This time undefeated by the sea.