This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Still dreaming up ways to help you niggas die quicker

But here's the kicker, i'm living on the river

Take a black drink it like you don't need a liver

Your beauty was as resourceful as a river

Kick back and know yo son set

Sicken feeling running thought my head

The numbers burst my head

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

His urn was silver with his name gold plated,

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

A skinny asian who wears chains

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Get twisted in ya head

Lemonhead end up dead