This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Basically blood leaked from her head

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Black clouds circle my weary head

Code red, which means you go red

Before she fuck with ya head

My god come before this bread

I’m at the bridge, boutta jump off right into the sea,

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

I'm goin hard and i ain't playin like sega genus,

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

You'll be like osama bin laden, dropped in the sea

The rhythm gets into your head.

Finished mean done, and done mean dead