This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

After the dog is done his feast take him down to the river

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

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer

Dead they chose money over your head"

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

If you flow like a river, then my raps are a sea/

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

So if i do call it's just a check

She don’t give her nigga head

Money runs like a golden river

Huh, i can't interpret her

And think alone in my head

Finding more light to shed