This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

There's a lot of religions like fish in the sea

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

Bucket heads and goonies in common sight

Your being pushed into the dead sea

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Nobody here is famous, we just got a common interest.

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

I'll through you in a river

I ain't did shit officer