This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Turn money into diamonds and gold

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

After every show, a dream she hold

Bite the #steely, #damn, like walt becker or donald fagen,

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

With two chicks, sadistic

Brush by the bleak brick by brick

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

He fights for a common ground to raise minimum wage

While half my mental belongs in a cage

Your thought provokes a a common cold

Is a space that now you hold

So beat me to the bone

Gold plate wit dat rine stone