This is a song about "Jacob bream"

If you ain't about money

Your being pushed into the dead sea

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

I lived with poor blacks and poor whites in their neighborhoods,

Because you gotta finish a paper

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke

You choke, can't blame you i'm so dope

My god made the sea and land

600 benz, house six hundred grand

I can only love you when you’re undressed

She couldn't really cook but that woman tried her best

Shes got blue eyes you can ''sea'' trough,

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

Crack some jokes, and break the silence of sea,

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy