This is a song about "Jacob bream"

So bitch watch your mouth, and wash them dishes after dinner

I look down in the river, no sound in that wet mirror

Woo-hah, got you all in check

She don’t give her nigga head

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

Now i'm spewing venom to the masses, outcome's bleak,

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

Face white as frank white, y'all ready to die yet?

I just want somebody i can see

White boy rappin' not an impossibility

Oh yeah, pops got a visa

White kid from suburbia

If you flow like a river, then my raps are a sea/

Why don't you just get a little taste baby