This is a song about "Jacob bream"

You'll be like osama bin laden, dropped in the sea

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

I mean turn up the bass

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

All i could see by your body was red

Found dead covered in red

Like sally mae on college debt

As i seenobody cares about my history

I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

Heystop running your mouth

Grow it in my red house

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

On a fuckin submarine, you're below sea level