This is a song about "Jacob bream"

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Hearing voices in my head

And think alone in my head

Im trying to see her in bed

And pissing red, white, and blue

Can't nothing come between me and you

As i christen your children

Cold, my style making my nose run

Decided to spurt some mayhem, might", murder yo' wife 'n' children.

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

I fucking hate this job

Some just wait for me to choke

"damn, watch that white boy play."

Rub my back, then let me lay

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Sicken feeling running thought my head