This is a song about "Jacob bream"

To make karma come faster than she normally will

On a fuckin submarine, you're below sea level

Rock a nigga out his socks

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

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

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

My burial at sea gets to me when i sleep, creeping up/

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

Gained a hundred pounds to be a fat white chris rock,

We took a salmon leap to become the uk

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

But for long time i had gone cold

Spiritual, fool's gold