This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Momma said i should reconsider law school

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

I can feel your heart beating fast

My god made the sea and land

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

U ask for forgivness i know we all ain't holy st. john

I ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, i ball like private school

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

This guy's a choke artist

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

I told myself that i would play it cool

Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

Then dipped into the sea, back, for next thing menu-ed up

Don't remember her name but she used to fuck john stamos

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes