This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Now i'm spewing venom to the masses, outcome's bleak,

Talking bout the stuff that don't wear off

Shes got blue eyes you can ''sea'' trough,

Had a dream like martin luther, little bit of hope

The river flowed to the doors of riches and broke

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

Even though it stays bleak,

If he does my soul to keep

With the hammer and a rock

He say, she say, oh my god

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea