This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Megaphones be blaring my bass,

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Dropping tracks as much as skrillex drops the bass

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Subtweets lower than sub-bass blasting submarines,

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

But i have a good mind and common sense,

You'll be like osama bin laden, dropped in the sea

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Musical shots at your head,

And please never disrespect my set