This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Wake up every morning taken from my dreams feeling bleak, strength is weak

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

And losin all his money

Your being pushed into the dead sea

Cause i'm crappin out better shit than you while sittin on the fuckin john

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

I could use you as a toothpick in my bleak sleek teeth.

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money