This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Tick tock, darling, tick tock

But god is still the rock

But everybody’s self-made carved their own names

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

Go crazy when she hear music

Brush by the bleak brick by brick

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

You can't handle my river, this an ending of an era

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

I was on my sway shit

Whether it's white or violet

Especially if you are fucking white.

Always strap so i was alright