This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

I mean turn up the bass

Show them im the king of the sea.

Than the muse of a family

You gotta make sure you aim right

Yeah my skin color is white,

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

That he dont even own

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

The science and the art, africa

My all gold rolly or the

I mean turn up the bass

Little light in the ass

Visions bleak, no sympathy cause they're sinnin' villains sittin' rich in their buildings

Knock knock, who there? houdini dissappeargot green, john deere. more green, paul pierce