This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Verses sweep my mental urges bleak

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I fight in a pool sweat just like jacob and his angel

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

My burial at sea gets to me when i sleep, creeping up/

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

To quick, show 'em to tha cook, hearion' them sayin'

Just start floatin in the sea

We might be back in this baby

We'll cook ya for lunch and serve you at red lobster,

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

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

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Momma say, you making me lose pay