This is a song about "Jacob bream"

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

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

They say theres plenty fish in the sea

Don't worry bout a thang baby

See your meek, weak and your future is bleak cuz im lebron james and i am bringing the heat.

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

Never hitting delete, technology peak, it's bleak,

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

Trying hard to speak and

My god made the sea and land

Crack some jokes, and break the silence of sea,

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

I could use you as a toothpick in my bleak sleek teeth.

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

Verses sweep my mental urges bleak