This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Red dots cause i’m red hot

Cause baby you're my rock

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Another victim dissin the towel head/

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Givin back the sand til we center rock

Let me see you walk

But god is still the rock

And im sure, that flew over your head/

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Basically blood leaked from her head

Fred on his #flintstone, cept i make the #dead #rock

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

She don’t give her nigga head

There lived a lil' boy who was misled