This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

The river of death has brimmed his banks

I turn my music down so you won’t hear a sound

Was thrown in a river by morons and nearly drowned

I mean of course just the same old

But like the diamonds and gold

White black contrast doesn't matter

Baby, you know who you are

Crack some jokes, and break the silence of sea,

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter

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

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Oh, why do i live this way

"damn, watch that white boy play."