This is a song about "Jacob bream"

This guy's a choke artist

I promise to keep it honest

Wonder how shit like the qu'ran and the bible was written

Listen, he been sittin' reminiscing lookin' at the children

For those whey no fit dey fix son

All the innocent little children

That shit was ludicrous/ her pussy smelt like tuna-fish

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

Compared to my rap you sound like your gonna choke

You pay your favorite stripper car note

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

And your hoping that he's focused to stay on the right road

Nigga im high as mother fucker, i will choke

Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen