This is a song about "Jacob bream"

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Come to my show you'll see/sea sickness no boats or yachts

I lived with poor blacks and poor whites in their neighborhoods,

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Never pledge allegiance, god given flow

Disappointment in my head

Kick back and know yo son set

My god come before this bread

Get twisted in ya head

Stampede in this game like the hawks of the sea

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

They gotta point em out baby

They say theres plenty fish in the sea