This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Like sally mae on college debt

The ear worms in my head,

Stir the beef up in a pot, it's hot, cook it up and sell it,

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

And im sure, that flew over your head/

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

And think alone in my head

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

After every show, a dream she hold

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

Disoriented, like an asian when you spin em.