This is a song about "Jacob bream"

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

Mine? type: nice. light come off the white ice

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

The numbers burst my head

You already know you're dead

Brush by the bleak brick by brick

Keep the bitches on my dick

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth