This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

All the while my mom askin' why i'm truant at school

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

They say theres plenty fish in the sea

Where you belong with your family

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Rock your face like mountaintops

Finish line with the tire marks

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

Who won't refer twilight, knows it's shitty, poor

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

Man but this ain't no sign language