This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Silver skin packed to the rim dam that's juicy,

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Ketchup like a condiment, my common sense says

Bucket heads and goonies in common sight

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

I'm a son of a gun

Now you might think im common

Ey, butt rape on a female cop

Cause baby you're my rock

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Crack some jokes, and break the silence of sea,

But i have a good mind and common sense,

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

You're smart but lack any common sense.

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears