This is a song about "Jacob bream"

If you flow like a river, then my raps are a sea/

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

But i have a good mind and common sense,

My burial at sea gets to me when i sleep, creeping up/

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Ovaries and booties what do they all got in common?

Steal your sabre-sword, rip a few chords & call it an album/

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Found dead covered in red

Holla out my set

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

And who woulda thought or knew? out of the fish in the sea,