This is a song about "Jacob bream"

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit

His urn was silver with his name gold plated,

Going for the gold, not the copper or the silver/

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Covered the room in splattered red,

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

And then i saw the red,

Cutting me this worthless check

I fight in a pool sweat just like jacob and his angel

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

I met silver, told him to hold my beer as i dove in

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide

In his silver cart of fire i shall one day ride