This is a song about "Jacob bream"

From an african american stance

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

I say that the pool is closed

This time undefeated by the sea.

Plottin' don’t even worry

Every woman that know us think uzoma my cousin

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

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

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Only seen family a few like gold

Gained a hundred pounds to be a fat white chris rock,

So take the stage just show me what you got