This is a song about "Jacob bream"

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

If its not couture, i will not go to her

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

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

But is you trynna be dinner

I'll through you in a river

Rock your face like mountaintops

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Have you been living under patrick star's rock?

I get my cake; i love hip hop

For the low that nine cheap

Even though it stays bleak,

You're a drag queen with european genes

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Verses sweep my mental urges bleak

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep