This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

Dead they chose money over your head"

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Before she fuck with ya head

You gotta go all day for that gold

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

'face said "the world is mine" but he lied

Cut the fuckers up black or white

A killer man cunning n straight can't figure me i'm pain giver sipping seas like river

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

It's full of gold medals,

Our girls is the models

And think alone in my head

My god come before this bread