This is a song about "Jacob bream"

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

When i see the sheets i just see they blood red,

Fetching my dick almost as quick as they cook and they clean dishes

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

But like the diamonds and gold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

Fuck reppin red fuck reppin blue,

I'm getting gold leprechaun

I'mma catch you next time around

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

All i could see by your body was red