This is a song about "Jacob bream"

They stay sippin liquor inside a silver chalice

Everybody and their momma gon' chant this

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

It's common i fill my body with toxins you claim i darken

And my main bitch, she just started school

Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,

Wake up every morning taken from my dreams feeling bleak, strength is weak

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children

Silver and demaz, does that ring a bell?

Hoping you well, i know it's hell

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

Your thought provokes a a common cold