This is a song about "Jacob bream"

And im sure, that flew over your head/

Kick back and know yo son set

But she's a good cook and supporter

Can't keep up, get your liters in order

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

Whether it's white or violet

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

White boy rappin' not an impossibility

Keep losing my way

"damn, watch that white boy play."

Got them bomb ass drugs cause i follow all the cook books

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

That's why i make my raps deep like the whole fucking atlantic ocean!