This is a song about "Jacob bream"

While half my mental belongs in a cage

He fights for a common ground to raise minimum wage

A clever idea to take something they said

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Your thought provokes a a common cold

A coward dies a thousand deaths

You're smart but lack any common sense.

The rhymes flow out of me like a river

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Titanic sinks across the river styx

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

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer