This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Color your eyes alveolar red

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

If you flow like a river, then my raps are a sea/

Fred on his #flintstone, cept i make the #dead #rock

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

And this will be the song that we sing

Finding that silver lining

Grow it in my red house

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Rich white and black white-washed men/

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

If we just had more salmon we could play more madden

The river of death has brimmed his banks

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands