This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Code red, which means you go red

She don’t give her nigga head

When you drink the bathwater from the polluted sea

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

His urn was silver with his name gold plated,

I really fought like moses, going to adjust the sea

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby

And who woulda thought or knew? out of the fish in the sea,

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Crack some jokes, and break the silence of sea,

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free