This is a song about "Jacob bream"

And only one silver chain to be flashing.

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

Because i'd only break my teeth if i tried to bite my silver tongue

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Listen, he been sittin' reminiscing lookin' at the children

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

I got a watch wit all gold,

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Skies are black, clouds are red

Lemonhead end up dead

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

Dude wise up don't end a crook nude lies she's a good brook