This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

I’m at the bridge, boutta jump off right into the sea,

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

The river of death has brimmed his banks

My burial at sea gets to me when i sleep, creeping up/

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Shes got blue eyes you can ''sea'' trough,

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

Unlimited - break free, the river flows infinite/

Can't deal with me on a silver platter

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

I mean of course just the same old

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.