This is a song about "Jacob bream"

I can taste the salt from my tears

Of fault and sins cause we lack common sense

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

It's common i fill my body with toxins you claim i darken

Bucket heads and goonies in common sight

You gotta make sure you aim right

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

I’m at the bridge, boutta jump off right into the sea,

We got money to go get baby

Stampede in this game like the hawks of the sea

And when it come to the cash

Still hurts though lettin go with the bass

This time undefeated by the sea.

I delete they history