This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Eatin pussy up for dinner man that shit smell like salmon

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

But god is still the rock

That's how i got the weed spot

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Sicken feeling running thought my head

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Listen, he been sittin' reminiscing lookin' at the children

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

Dead they chose money over your head"

That's boa, see that's my set

Skies are black, clouds are red

Pushin innocent children of buildings isn't normal right?

Walter payton mercedez, sweetness in every ride

You face made blind children cry

Thuggin' till the day i die