This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Still hurts though lettin go with the bass

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

You find yourself thinking more about the children

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

My mama smoked so god damn much

// [you're a... rock star]

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

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

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

When common dropped resurrection hip hop exploded

You ever choke? she laugh and say barely

And now me, you can call me mr. friendly

Passin' the rock, i'm walt frazier

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for