This is a song about "Jacob bream"

They say theres plenty fish in the sea

Malia family, we the family

I hope we both do learn from this

I got gills bitch im a sea fish

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

Stampede in this game like the hawks of the sea

So gon' and be my dealer baby

We will cook you up and eat,

This is the concrete

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

My asian immigrant parents had something to prove

Stir the beef up in a pot, it's hot, cook it up and sell it,

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

I really fought like moses, going to adjust the sea

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy