This is a song about "Jacob bream"

They say theres plenty fish in the sea

Shit with our whole family

Covered the room in splattered red,

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Fuck that whore till her pussy turned red

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

Guess they all needed better fodder, it tastes nice, but it's bony.

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

Sub-woofer bass boosted ay stay lucid

What's the deal with the nets though

(uh, uh) there you go that's john doe

How the fuck you wipe your ass

Megaphones be blaring my bass,

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting