This is a song about "Jacob bream"

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

Cut your body in 9 parts and throw you in the fraser river.

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

And im sure, that flew over your head/

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

Another victim dissin the towel head/

Just start floatin in the sea

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

Code red, which means you go red

Dead they chose money over your head"

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

They say theres plenty fish in the sea

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Cant take meds without pigs in your head,

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet