This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Never agree with that message

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children

You're a drag queen with european genes

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

Crack some jokes, and break the silence of sea,

Where you belong with your family

I’m pitchin bitches thats dreamin’ thinking i'm trickin’ chicken

Decided to spurt some mayhem, might", murder yo' wife 'n' children.

They say theres plenty fish in the sea

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

Dropping tracks as much as skrillex drops the bass

And i got that drive and she just might crash