This is a song about "Jacob bream"

6 years of experience flowed down river to impotence

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Fresh peel after intersecting slides your glistening red

My garage full of cars that bounce

Grow it in my red house

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

I find it common people misuse suspense

Puff puff puff, shutdown uptown

I'm getting gold leprechaun

Come get some, you little bum

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Give us this day, our daily bread

Kushed up and my eye red