This is a song about "Jacob bream"

// [you're a... rock star]

That gal want me ride har

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

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

The river of death has brimmed his banks

Know it good when she go no hands

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

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

I respect that you don't know yet

All you might see is blood red

I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

They say theres plenty fish in the sea

Cause all i want is you, baby

In the limelight being red hot

He say, she say, oh my god