This is a song about "Jacob bream"

If you don't know, maybach is the clique

Verses sweep my mental urges bleak

But for long time i had gone cold

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

I like silver better!..

My records sell, yes sir

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Can't deal with me on a silver platter

You must admit if you try this you will choke,

Had a dream like martin luther, little bit of hope

I hear it in my head

I respect that you don't know yet

You face made blind children cry

You other brothers can’t deny

It ain't where i been

So flee this beef children,