This is a song about "Jacob bream"

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

She couldn't really cook but that woman tried her best

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Come to my show you'll see/sea sickness no boats or yachts

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

Like john lennon, i'm playing those mind games/

My god made the sea and land

If you ever feel alone and

And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts