This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Musical shots at your head,

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Aye, hold your head homie, look

She even said she can cook!

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

As fuck like its been sniffing all kinds of crack i got punchlines european

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

As fuck like its been sniffing all kinds of crack i got punchlines european

Im going to get some head

You could say i'm friends with fred

Like my flow ain't cold like a new york winter

Hit her and quit her, then i threw her in the river

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Look how we going to get out of this cook house