This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Gained a hundred pounds to be a fat white chris rock,

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

Passin' the rock, i'm walt frazier

Listen to every word that i slur

When they here today what you say to them

But your the only fish that's after the sea-men/

You haters put up your guards

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

Found dead covered in red

God bless the dead

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

He just get her bigger bags