This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

I master vandalism and my louie v's sprouse shit

When common dropped resurrection hip hop exploded

Of fault and sins cause we lack common sense

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

On my way home i punched a bitch for an umbrella

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

You know i stick to the script

This guy's a choke artist

We will hack and cough till we choke

You pay your favorite stripper car note

Emerging from the sea

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free