This is a song about "Jacob bream"

They say theres plenty fish in the sea

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

On a fuckin submarine, you're below sea level

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I'll be game relatedgot me strivin' for a million

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

Whats marijuana? my fuckin eyes are never red

Just like when i choke you fake g's

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

Found dead covered in red

You could say i'm friends with fred

As i christen your children

And modify your opinion

Dead they chose money over your head"

And please never disrespect my set