This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Your being pushed into the dead sea

Going for the gold, not the copper or the silver/

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends

I rather have a silver platter than- fall into life's badder trends

That's boa, see that's my set

I hear it in my head

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

We’re walking past the head on a silver plate

He just get her bigger bags

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Because i'd only break my teeth if i tried to bite my silver tongue

Ha - so gifted, do it truly

Stampede in this game like the hawks of the sea