This is a song about "Jacob bream"

The rhymes flow out of me like a river

And you know i paint that picture

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

I’m at the bridge, boutta jump off right into the sea,

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

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

I can taste the salt from my tears

No dark clouds, just silver linings

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Yeah im rocken gold/ nikka u rocked silver/ ull never get thant shit/ kuz yo life is bitter/

Finish line with the tire marks

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Shit this bass-ackwards hit list fills itself still no eye witness