This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

Now look another salmon leads the yes campaign

You're a drag queen with european genes

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Verses sweep my mental urges bleak

I said i got my ass beat

Im spittin like the rock

Living if she is or not

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

I'm writing this off my head

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

Dead they chose money over your head"

Rock your face like mountaintops

Can't see his son shine like the four tops