This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Her eyes stay low call her asian

I told him get his 9 and run

Silver and demaz, does that ring a bell?

They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell

Who won't refer twilight, knows it's shitty, poor

Momma said i should reconsider law school

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Kind of serving up hip hop on a silver platter.

So while the world goes drake crazy

Stampede in this game like the hawks of the sea

Fighting with my weak hand

My god made the sea and land

I arrive and burst into the room and im first till i meet my tomb

It's all be over soon, and with a silver spoon you'll be meeting your doom.