This is a song about "Jacob bream"

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

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Who dreamed to rock stages

She can make a pimp fall in love

But like the diamonds and gold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Fred on his #flintstone, cept i make the #dead #rock

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

Raised by a momma who, who

When you choke its cuz i choke you

Sicken feeling running thought my head

So if i do call it's just a check

Around my way, i'm cut throat

We will hack and cough till we choke

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

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen