This is a song about "Jacob bream"

You find yourself thinking more about the children

Beat it up and leave faster than the rocket engine

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Your brains just caves in, when, im busting out like unborn children,

Make you choke while i'm ripping

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

It's full of gold medals,

Or closed casket for our troubles

Looking in the mirror all i want is silver

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Bite the #steely, #damn, like walt becker or donald fagen,

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

You choke, can't blame you i'm so dope

This be the realest shit i ever wrote