This is a song about "Jacob bream"

I still wonder while you little niggas still breathe

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

You'll be like osama bin laden, dropped in the sea

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

Just sit back and relax and take it easy

Your being pushed into the dead sea

Emerging from the sea

That's why i'm makin' money

6 years of experience flowed down river to impotence

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

The rhymes flow out of me like a river

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

But here's the kicker, i'm living on the river

Tv dinners, tampons, soy milk, paint thinner

And on the banks of this river