This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Only seen family a few like gold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Ya'll don't even know the name of my flip

Whether it's white or violet

Nobody ain't own us yet

The numbers burst my head

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

You'll be like osama bin laden, dropped in the sea

Drop the bass like it's straight outta college

She called me fantastic, i called her a fat bitch

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

The truth shall be told

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Subtweets lower than sub-bass blasting submarines,