This is a song about "Jacob bream"

And on the banks of this river

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

Gained a hundred pounds to be a fat white chris rock,

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

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

Once they reach rock bottom

Magic city tipping them

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Rock a nigga out his socks

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

I decline for the moment he unfollows on twitter

Silver skin packed to the rim dam that's juicy,

Must be something you want me to see

Fred on his #flintstone, cept i make the #dead #rock

I gotta know if it's real or not