This is a song about "Jacob bream"

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Dude wise up don't end a crook nude lies she's a good brook

Rock your face like mountaintops

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Where you belong with your family

They say theres plenty fish in the sea

I got a watch wit all gold,

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Titanic sinks across the river styx

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

Megaphones be blaring my bass,

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed