This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

You could say i'm friends with fred

And think alone in my head

I lived with poor blacks and poor whites in their neighborhoods,

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Basically blood leaked from her head

You already know you're dead

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

Musical shots at your head,

Like sally mae on college debt

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

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