This is a song about "Jacob bream"

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

Crack some jokes, and break the silence of sea,

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Even though she is rich, beautiful, and white

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

Face white as frank white, y'all ready to die yet?

A dog nigga, ballin' bitch

My white ho gonna to college,

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Don't remember her name but she used to fuck john stamos

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

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money