This is a song about "Jacob bream"

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Musical shots at your head,

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Black clouds circle my weary head

Your heart was false just like the words you said

And im sure, that flew over your head/

And please never disrespect my set

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Your whole crew freezing in the atlantic

That shit was ludicrous/ her pussy smelt like tuna-fish

Even if i didn't i would ball like arenas - swish

Like a church in debt

Im going to get some head