This is a song about "Jacob bream"

I ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, i ball like private school

Who won't refer twilight, knows it's shitty, poor

Hold yo breath so you don't choke,

I live by the code

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children

I swear it's like this liquor is improving a lot of women

When you choke its cuz i choke you

What preceded was the clue

I got a watch wit all gold,

Is a space that now you hold

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

All the while my mom askin' why i'm truant at school

We forever be real, we'll never fold

I like a broad that has fashion gold,