This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Kick back and know yo son set

Sicken feeling running thought my head

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Ketchup like a condiment, my common sense says

In the limelight being red hot

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Holla out my set

Bitch i am in your head.

Black clouds circle my weary head

Your friends say, why we not together yet

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck