This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Knock knock, who there? houdini dissappeargot green, john deere. more green, paul pierce

Visions bleak, no sympathy cause they're sinnin' villains sittin' rich in their buildings

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer

But she's a good cook and supporter

And smash whores, bangin' in the car like shaky bass

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

When you drink the bathwater from the polluted sea

Emerging from the sea

It was just another party

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

Raz, fuck jazz, this is rap, increase the bass/

Your life is a product of trash

Just start floatin in the sea

If you ain't about money