This is a song about "Jacob bream"

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

Who won't refer twilight, knows it's shitty, poor

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

Don't remember her name but she used to fuck john stamos

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

I don't kiss and tell, that's so middle school

I represent the desperation of the poor

I wanna be the center piece of my entire culture

It's poor whites and poor blacks, still they hate each other,

I'll challenge ya, battle ya, single you out like a bachelor

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool