This is a song about "Jacob bream"

So if i do call it's just a check

Sicken feeling running thought my head

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Hold yo breath so you don't choke,

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for