This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Dead they chose money over your head"

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

And “smack a hoe”, this is common, oppressive,

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

If your man want to bet

I'm writing this off my head

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

I’m at the bridge, boutta jump off right into the sea,

Code red, which means you go red

Get twisted in ya head

But we can kick it sometime, we actually have alot in common

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

I fight in a pool sweat just like jacob and his angel

Spit it like i get it from the bible for your survival