This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

My bars are more compressed then sedimentary rock,

Black clouds circle my weary head

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

Or be on the street corner with a pipe smokin the rock

They say theres plenty fish in the sea

High heel wearer, hell of a body

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

They say theres plenty fish in the sea

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

Bought a brand new car for my after party

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

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby