This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Ass cap, put em in the river,

Poke out from behind her

But i let off everything i have

Raz, fuck jazz, this is rap, increase the bass/

And on the banks of this river

Me & mom alone every dinner

Megaphones be blaring my bass,

Fell asleep in first class

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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

After the dog is done his feast take him down to the river

Oh what a cold world for a broke nigga--it's bitter

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Even though it stays bleak,

It’s official, she my misses

Bass music was my culture, still is