This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Color your eyes alveolar red

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

So i'm hitting this weed till i choke

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

Got a beans if you wanna pop

With rock, shock rap with doc

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

And think alone in my head

If your man want to bet

How you feel in your head

His urn was silver with his name gold plated,

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Eatin pussy up for dinner man that shit smell like salmon

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

I could use you as a toothpick in my bleak sleek teeth.