This is a song about "Jacob bream"

All you might see is blood red

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Kushed up and my eye red

Hearing voices in my head

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

You'll be like osama bin laden, dropped in the sea

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Cause baby you're my rock

He say, she say, oh my god

Skies are black, clouds are red

My god come before this bread

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

I got a watch wit all gold,

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed