This is a song about "Jacob bream"

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Get twisted in ya head

My voice make her wet

As fuck like its been sniffing all kinds of crack i got punchlines european

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

As fuck like its been sniffing all kinds of crack i got punchlines european

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

And please never disrespect my set

And think alone in my head