This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Plottin' don’t even worry

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

I mean of course just the same old

We them boys that glow without gold

Like sally mae on college debt

Before she fuck with ya head

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

As fuck like its been sniffing all kinds of crack i got punchlines european

The rhythm gets into your head.

I work hard for everything i get

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim