This is a song about "Jacob bream"

After the dog is done his feast take him down to the river

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

Watch your body turn indian red,

Where people run on the scene and people don't see your vision

Don't make any excuses, you want to care for the children

I’m pitchin bitches thats dreamin’ thinking i'm trickin’ chicken

Your brains just caves in, when, im busting out like unborn children,

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

And only one silver chain to be flashing.

I'll snatch your girl if you're slipping

Make you choke while i'm ripping

I put it down your throat

You choke, can't blame you i'm so dope

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards