This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Watch your body turn indian red,

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Fuck that whore till her pussy turned red

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

Kushed up and my eye red

Give us this day, our daily bread

Cause i'm crappin out better shit than you while sittin on the fuckin john

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

Brush by the bleak brick by brick

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

When i see the sheets i just see they blood red,

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

For the occasion, paper planes

Like john lennon, i'm playing those mind games/

Just searching for the perfect shot

In the limelight being red hot