This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Like they not gon' stare

Or throw in the white towell

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

We forever be real, we'll never fold

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

White sand beaches everywhere

They're tryin to say that i don't care

When the lights are out she says, i am bathed in red,

By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said

It's full of gold medals,

Good kids make bad grown ups

Your being pushed into the dead sea

You be get up on this fly shit baby

I need one white coffin

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win