This is a song about "Jacob bream"

You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

If you flow like a river, then my raps are a sea/

Money runs like a golden river

Tv dinners, tampons, soy milk, paint thinner

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Cut your body in 9 parts and throw you in the fraser river.

Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

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

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

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round

Was thrown in a river by morons and nearly drowned