This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

Cause some of you bitches funny

She couldn't really cook but that woman tried her best

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

Ain't finna peak yet

Skies are black, clouds are red

Almost cried right on the spot

In the limelight being red hot

I'm abusing the sunshine so i'm technically blind

Ill boil your insides and cook you alive, oxygen deprived,

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!