This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

I rather have a silver platter than- fall into life's badder trends

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Being puppeteer-ed putting aside my common sense

I find it common people misuse suspense

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Of fault and sins cause we lack common sense

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

I'll never call you bitch again

Two reflections into one

Now you might think im common

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it