This is a song about "Jacob bream"

You'll be like osama bin laden, dropped in the sea

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

I got gills bitch im a sea fish

Professing they found one ready as this

We came.. way too far pretty baby

I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea

They say theres plenty fish in the sea

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

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

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

You can't handle my river, this an ending of an era

She tryna get her groove back like stella, grab the umbrella

When the river nile flooded, water, mud/ silt from the river had washed all up

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck

I caught a can of lipton in the sea,

Where you belong with your family