This is a song about "Jacob bream"

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

I teach 'em a lesson like common core,

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

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

Never hitting delete, technology peak, it's bleak,

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Just like when i choke you fake g's

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Your brains just caves in, when, im busting out like unborn children,

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Verses sweep my mental urges bleak

I arrive and burst into the room and im first till i meet my tomb

It's all be over soon, and with a silver spoon you'll be meeting your doom.

This guy's a choke artist

You know i stick to the script