This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

Steal your sabre-sword, rip a few chords & call it an album/

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

I fight in a pool sweat just like jacob and his angel

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

A smell something fishy its nicola sturgeon urging debates