This is a song about "Jacob bream"

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

Face white as frank white, y'all ready to die yet?

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

If you flow like a river, then my raps are a sea/

Whether it's white or violet

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

Keep those tables unstable/label common unable/

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

But i have a good mind and common sense,

I can taste the salt from my tears

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

When the river nile flooded, water, mud/ silt from the river had washed all up

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck