This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Lord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't living right

In his silver cart of fire i shall one day ride

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

The river of death has brimmed his banks

The only cool thing i can say is that i gave you my heart too soon

It's all be over soon, and with a silver spoon you'll be meeting your doom.

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Feelin like a fish out of water: dead salmon,

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

I flow so deep you in a river, now you peddling/

Have that consistence drive long as your motor’s running

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

I mean of course just the same old