This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

They say theres plenty fish in the sea

She tryna get her groove back like stella, grab the umbrella

You can't handle my river, this an ending of an era

Kind of serving up hip hop on a silver platter.

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

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

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

But here's the kicker, i'm living on the river

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

In his silver cart of fire i shall one day ride

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

Crack some jokes, and break the silence of sea,