This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Or throw in the white towell

There's a lot of religions like fish in the sea

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

The river flowed to the doors of riches and broke

My god made the sea and land

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

But your the only fish that's after the sea-men/

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Intendent attend them, cool cause

Shes got blue eyes you can ''sea'' trough,

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

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

The good kid from the ugly city

They say theres plenty fish in the sea