This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Rich white and black white-washed men/

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Nobody here is famous, we just got a common interest.

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Or throw in the white towell

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

If you flow like a river, then my raps are a sea/

And on the banks of this river

Me & mom alone every dinner

Never hitting delete, technology peak, it's bleak,

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

Blood stainin black and white tops

I be murdering bars