This is a song about "Jacob bream"

I really fought like moses, going to adjust the sea

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

I'm writing this off my head

You could say i'm friends with fred

I got a watch wit all gold,

Hand to hand in the cold

Once as a slave who imagined being free

I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea

Go grab your #diapers.. you'll just make a sea

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

Spiritual, fool's gold

Is a space that now you hold

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

Black clouds circle my weary head