This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I caught a can of lipton in the sea,

To quick, show 'em to tha cook, hearion' them sayin'

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

(uh, uh) there you go that's john doe

In the club like fuck it, though

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

I lived with poor blacks and poor whites in their neighborhoods,

Show them im the king of the sea.

I’m a hustla, baby

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

If we just had more salmon we could play more madden

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

U ask for forgivness i know we all ain't holy st. john