This is a song about "Jacob bream"

You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it

It's time for a bloody foot you little rabbit

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

Cause when i win this shit free they think i’m oprah's cousin

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head

Like sally mae on college debt

I'm writing this off my head

Give us this day, our daily bread

I'll through you in a river

Took the van, went snatch her

Nobody ain't own us yet

The ear worms in my head,

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Phoma is having dinner, while the killer's awaiting by the river

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

Like john lennon, i'm playing those mind games/