This is a song about "Jacob bream"

White black contrast doesn't matter

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

Givin back the sand til we center rock

Paradox wont stop the rivers running red

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Tonight, i ain't here to party, i came to rock (rock)

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

Get twisted in ya head

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

If we just had more salmon we could play more madden

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

I wish i’ll never see you again

Rich white and black white-washed men/

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

When i see the sheets i just see they blood red,