This is a song about "Jacob bream"

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

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

African queen got what you need

Verses sweep my mental urges bleak

I look down in the river, no sound in that wet mirror

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

As fuck like its been sniffing all kinds of crack i got punchlines european

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

I could use you as a toothpick in my bleak sleek teeth.

And smash whores, bangin' in the car like shaky bass

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

There's a lot of religions like fish in the sea