This is a song about "Jacob bream"

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

And smash whores, bangin' in the car like shaky bass

Like john lennon, i'm playing those mind games/

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

My bars are more compressed then sedimentary rock,

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Dude wise up don't end a crook nude lies she's a good brook

Your being pushed into the dead sea

Third ward general, young cash money

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool

Truth is, my shit don't get publicized, when in reality, i already shit on yaw

Setting the stone in the river current and having dreams of futures he never foresaw