This is a song about "Jacob bream"

I met silver, told him to hold my beer as i dove in

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

I flow so deep you in a river, now you peddling/

So i'm just making sure my verses count for something

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Only seen family a few like gold

Spiritual, fool's gold

Black woman you cold

I'm getting gold leprechaun

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

And only one silver chain to be flashing.

And getting money is the song i sing

I just want somebody i can see

Silver skin packed to the rim dam that's juicy,

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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