This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Hit her and quit her, then i threw her in the river

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Come to my show you'll see/sea sickness no boats or yachts

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

When you drink the bathwater from the polluted sea

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Never hitting delete, technology peak, it's bleak,

Bite the #steely, #damn, like walt becker or donald fagen,

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

We like to party

Just start floatin in the sea

Even though it stays bleak,

Swear i will murk any beat

Money runs like a golden river

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her