This is a song about "Jacob bream"

All the innocent little children

Ross and folarin, couple women

Hearing voices in my head

Im trying to see her in bed

I respect that you don't know yet

And now there in my head.

Decided to spurt some mayhem, might", murder yo' wife 'n' children.

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

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Some just wait for me to choke

Since i was left with no hope

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

I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule

And “smack a hoe”, this is common, oppressive,

The tooth fairy blow me, swallow don't shit this