This is a song about "Jacob bream"

When the river nile flooded, water, mud/ silt from the river had washed all up

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

If this was a game, i already know that i would come out winner

Phoma is having dinner, while the killer's awaiting by the river

I look down in the river, no sound in that wet mirror

Before a nigga signed i had a healthier liver

If she mine i'mma take her to a newer level

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

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

And pray to be an asian and stand proud, but til then i'm shook

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

Titanic sinks across the river styx

You can't handle my river, this an ending of an era

She tryna get her groove back like stella, grab the umbrella

Hit her and quit her, then i threw her in the river

Eyes super clear, you looking in the mirror