This is a song about "Jacob"

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

*angel* hell no, eric, those goals are generic,

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

Plus my roots grow to money trees like alex haley,

It's a chordaroy life that i'm living hazy

I feel this beat like doug

I said i don’t give a fuck

Ill tie yo little ass to the pool table and shoot the cube ball to yo adams apple

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Running fakes over like a battering ram, eric dickerson

And treat the beat like sanitized nazi pussies, i'm a german

I fight in a pool sweat just like jacob and his angel

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

She pulled away and i ripped her whole face off, like travolta did to nicholas cage.

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange