This is a song about "Jacob bream"

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Decided to spurt some mayhem, might", murder yo' wife 'n' children.

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

She wanna be grown

It's full of gold medals,

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

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

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

You're gonna sink in the river, with no liver

The truth shall be told

I got a watch wit all gold,

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.