This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Bucket heads and goonies in common sight

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Drop the bass like it's straight outta college

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

I find it common people misuse suspense

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Crack some jokes, and break the silence of sea,

I mean turn up the bass

No one-half and i hate math

Emerging from the sea

They gotta point em out baby