This is a song about "Jacob bream"

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

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

Got that deep love

Who dreamed to rock stages

Stampede in this game like the hawks of the sea

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Your thought provokes a a common cold

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

I teach 'em a lesson like common core,

After the dog is done his feast take him down to the river

Oh what a cold world for a broke nigga--it's bitter

I got gills bitch im a sea fish

As often, i do this

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

You're smart but lack any common sense.