This is a song about "Jacob bream"

This guy's a choke artist

And you know my drift

Is it this black mercedes

Just like when i choke you fake g's

Cause bitch, i'm big business

Bass music was my culture, still is

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Hold yo breath so you don't choke,

The street slang i be speakin in code