This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Holla out my set

I hear it in my head

I mean turn up the bass

Just put your hand on the glass

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

They say theres plenty fish in the sea

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

We'll cook ya for lunch and serve you at red lobster,

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

Now look another salmon leads the yes campaign