This is a song about "Jacob bream"

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

U ask for forgivness i know we all ain't holy st. john

That's why rappers is actors trying to dabble in clothes

We got soul but no control, like john rambo rippin' throats

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

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Keep those tables unstable/label common unable/

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

Ketchup like a condiment, my common sense says

Of fault and sins cause we lack common sense

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Black clouds circle my weary head

Their buzz internet and mines in her net