This is a song about "Jacob bream"

On my way home i punched a bitch for an umbrella

You can't handle my river, this an ending of an era

This is like love, that you can never get

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head

I got the ball, and this delivery is the realest thing they ever saw

Setting the stone in the river current and having dreams of futures he never foresaw

Was thrown in a river by morons and nearly drowned

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

Sicken feeling running thought my head

Wait, you wanna fuckin' drown? go ahead

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

Or throw in the white towell

Loving you is clouding my head

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

White kid from suburbia

My all gold rolly or the