This is a song about "Jacob bream"

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

Crack some jokes, and break the silence of sea,

You'll be like osama bin laden, dropped in the sea

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

Go grab your #diapers.. you'll just make a sea

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Basically blood leaked from her head

And think alone in my head

So if i do call it's just a check

Then dipped into the sea, back, for next thing menu-ed up

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup