This is a song about "Jacob bream"

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

And only one silver chain to be flashing.

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Only seen family a few like gold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

But for long time i had gone cold

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Cant take meds without pigs in your head,

Before she fuck with ya head

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

And i be talking about me, i do this

They stay sippin liquor inside a silver chalice

And who woulda thought or knew? out of the fish in the sea,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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