This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Even though it stays bleak,

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

I’m the best, hands down

I'm getting gold leprechaun

Wake up every morning taken from my dreams feeling bleak, strength is weak

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

And think alone in my head

Nobody ain't own us yet

Now i'm spewing venom to the masses, outcome's bleak,

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

That's why i make my raps deep like the whole fucking atlantic ocean!

Lemonhead end up dead

And think alone in my head