This is a song about "Jacob bream"

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

And i drop top off in a hot cold

But like the diamonds and gold

Hand to hand in the cold

Thug for life nigga

My all gold rolly or the

I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

As fuck like its been sniffing all kinds of crack i got punchlines european

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

Kind of serving up hip hop on a silver platter.

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks