This is a song about "Jacob bream"

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Fuck that whore till her pussy turned red

Or throw in the white towell

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Hit her and quit her, then i threw her in the river

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Now your wrists are covered in red

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Throw em in the river outdoors

Red eyes that could hypnotize

Never really been into the ice

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

As fuck like its been sniffing all kinds of crack i got punchlines european

The do’s and don’ts are black and white

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right