This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Have you been living under patrick star's rock?

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I really fought like moses, going to adjust the sea

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Then dipped into the sea, back, for next thing menu-ed up

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Come to my show you'll see/sea sickness no boats or yachts

Eatin pussy up for dinner man that shit smell like salmon

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

But your the only fish that's after the sea-men/

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

She wants to dye her hair red?

If your man want to bet

If we just had more salmon we could play more madden

She vying for number one, tryna be number one