This is a song about "Jacob bream"

My burial at sea gets to me when i sleep, creeping up/

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

And who woulda thought or knew? out of the fish in the sea,

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it

Dropping tracks as much as skrillex drops the bass

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

They say theres plenty fish in the sea

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

Come to my show you'll see/sea sickness no boats or yachts

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

And only one silver chain to be flashing.

Seldomly blasting i would stomp him without asking