This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Musical shots at your head,

Kick back and know yo son set

And place words on the bass displaces, decapitates at the bases,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

Salmon river leap stream another triple w dot domain

I flow so deep you in a river, now you peddling/

So they quote me and love me like i’m a poet or something

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

I could use you as a toothpick in my bleak sleek teeth.

Eyes super clear, you looking in the mirror

The rhymes flow out of me like a river

And now there in my head.

Holla out my set

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby