This is a song about "Jacob bream"

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Fuck a life, murder common sense,

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Go grab your #diapers.. you'll just make a sea

We'll cook ya for lunch and serve you at red lobster,

Gliding through the skies as the slow minds wander

Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit

You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

I’m just a young nigga advocating ambition

If you flow like a river, then my raps are a sea/

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

With no garden i know hoes that pump water

But she's a good cook and supporter

I'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothing in common, poodle

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will