This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Color your eyes alveolar red

My god come before this bread

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

On a fuckin submarine, you're below sea level

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

They stay sippin liquor inside a silver chalice

Rich white and black white-washed men/

Then lost her faith again

And my kick game beyond crazy

Emerging from the sea

Give us this day, our daily bread

The numbers burst my head

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Watch your body turn indian red,