This is a song about "Jacob bream"

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

As fuck like its been sniffing all kinds of crack i got punchlines european

On my way home i punched a bitch for an umbrella

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

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

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

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

And on the banks of this river

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

They stay sippin liquor inside a silver chalice

I got a watch wit all gold,

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Feelin like a fish out of water: dead salmon,

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one