This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

Now i can draw your face up pretty

But me and my brother never made it out school

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

But i have a good mind and common sense,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

It's common i fill my body with toxins you claim i darken

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

And “smack a hoe”, this is common, oppressive,

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

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

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

A million nasty things went through my mind

I stay cold like common, blowin' with the wind

Yeah im rocken gold/ nikka u rocked silver/ ull never get thant shit/ kuz yo life is bitter/

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for