This is a song about "Jacob bream"

I got a watch wit all gold,

Black woman you cold

I hope she's goin' home with me tonight

Box car children trying to hide

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

You a lady boss, now you fly free

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

I look down in the river, no sound in that wet mirror

A killer man cunning n straight can't figure me i'm pain giver sipping seas like river

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

They'll have to rename this one

All the innocent little children

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/