This is a song about "Jacob bream"

And only one silver chain to be flashing.

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Silver skin packed to the rim dam that's juicy,

On they twitter writing novels, see

Who dreamed to rock stages

And i need you to show me love

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

I could use you as a toothpick in my bleak sleek teeth.

I work hard for everything i get

His urn was silver with his name gold plated,

As fuck like its been sniffing all kinds of crack i got punchlines european

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Can't deal with me on a silver platter

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Trying to get his life together, or what not

My bars are more compressed then sedimentary rock,