This is a song about "Jacob bream"

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

Don't make any excuses, you want to care for the children

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

You find yourself thinking more about the children

We will hack and cough till we choke

Here nigga on the road

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

Pushin innocent children of buildings isn't normal right?

I put it down your throat

We will hack and cough till we choke

In private, not public in the streets

You're a drag queen with european genes

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Your brains just caves in, when, im busting out like unborn children,

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

You ever choke? she laugh and say barely