This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Woo-hah, got you all in check

And think alone in my head

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

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

Code red, which means you go red

And im sure, that flew over your head/

Stampede in this game like the hawks of the sea

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

Blood stainin black and white tops

Bitch got all them booty shots

Silver and demaz, does that ring a bell?

They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

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How you feel in your head

God bless the dead