This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Wait, you wanna fuckin' drown? go ahead

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Ketchup like a condiment, my common sense says

The numbers burst my head

Like sally mae on college debt

Your thought provokes a a common cold

I mean of course just the same old

I'm writing this off my head

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Sub-woofer bass boosted ay stay lucid

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

There's a lot of religions like fish in the sea