This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Visions bleak, no sympathy cause they're sinnin' villains sittin' rich in their buildings

Knock knock, who there? houdini dissappeargot green, john deere. more green, paul pierce

I respect that you don't know yet

Hearing voices in my head

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

And think alone in my head

Like a church in debt

How you feel in your head

I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Holla out my set

The ear worms in my head,

Wait, you wanna fuckin' drown? go ahead

Fuck, your a comedian, im gone, your red