This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Code red, which means you go red

Get twisted in ya head

Where i from, it get cold

Spiritual, fool's gold

Gold chains, watches and more,

So tell me why are we at war

Emerging from the sea

I’m a hustla, baby

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Just start floatin in the sea

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Ketchup like a condiment, my common sense says

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

Loving you is clouding my head

Nobody ain't own us yet