This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Sicken feeling running thought my head

Im trying to see her in bed

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Basically blood leaked from her head

That's boa, see that's my set

All you might see is blood red

All i could see by your body was red

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

And think alone in my head

But don't fall asleep

Even though it stays bleak,