This is a song about "Jacob bream"

They say theres plenty fish in the sea

We might be back in this baby

I caught a can of lipton in the sea,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

In his silver cart of fire i shall one day ride

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

Let's get it, i go hard, no days off

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

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Then dipped into the sea, back, for next thing menu-ed up

Go grab your #diapers.. you'll just make a sea

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

Shit this bass-ackwards hit list fills itself still no eye witness

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea