This is a song about "Jacob bream"

I say that the pool is closed

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

Ill boil your insides and cook you alive, oxygen deprived,

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

Is a space that now you hold

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

I look down in the river, no sound in that wet mirror

But this bitch really think that i'm 'bout to buy her dinner

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

Gained a hundred pounds to be a fat white chris rock,

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

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

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

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop