This is a song about "Jacob bream"

But your the only fish that's after the sea-men/

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Goin' ham in beef it's raw, i cook it up with twisted news,

Always wanted a piece of the pie, now it’s sliced right

In his silver cart of fire i shall one day ride

They all see my life from a childish position

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

This is like love, that you can never get

Color your eyes alveolar red

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

Paradox wont stop the rivers running red

Ill say pussy red instead

Ain't finna peak yet

And served it to the public on a silver platter

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her