This is a song about "Jacob bream"

I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Trails snake round the river,

Hey, the mind state of a winner

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

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

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge

So chase the air hide your stash

I mean turn up the bass

Know it good when she go no hands

The river of death has brimmed his banks

I mean turn up the bass

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

Phoma is having dinner, while the killer's awaiting by the river

Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer