This is a song about "Jacob bream"

This time undefeated by the sea.

So while the world goes drake crazy

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

And he, what's his name, earl

Just a skinny white girl,

Cook up and run where i'm from, the south son,

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Fetching my dick almost as quick as they cook and they clean dishes

Finding more light to shed

Musical shots at your head,