This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Look at you, what makes you ashamed of bein blacknothin' but love for you my sister

A killer man cunning n straight can't figure me i'm pain giver sipping seas like river

By any means, if ya like it or not

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

But god is still the rock

It’s hip-hop, not pop

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Im happier when high and drunk

Throw it in the river where she sunk

Leg into place so i can dip into her inner river, i slither, in a finger,

Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer

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

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

She tryna get her groove back like stella, grab the umbrella

You can't handle my river, this an ending of an era