This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Ain't he dope? no, he the same as shit that tyler wrote

Nigga im high as mother fucker, i will choke

Can't deal with me on a silver platter

Not even my favorite rapper

I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

I met silver, told him to hold my beer as i dove in

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

You find yourself thinking more about the children

You face made blind children cry

I shine like something in the sky

We them boys that glow without gold

Women front, they get its cold

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

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

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

And served it to the public on a silver platter