This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Silver and demaz, does that ring a bell?

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

About some tyga beef shit

You and your bitch rock it,

Bite the #steely, #damn, like walt becker or donald fagen,

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

I say that the pool is closed

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

All the innocent little children

Miami nights, ain't another one

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Switch swag on you little dick fags

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

I got these tats all on my arms