This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Weak disses calling me lame cause i'm white/

Me and my dogs we on the same flight

So if i do call it's just a check

And think alone in my head

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

Steal your sabre-sword, rip a few chords & call it an album/

I’m in the air bitch, diamonds clear bitch

My white ho gonna to college,

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

I got that powder, i got that white

She might be goin' home with me tonight

You're a drag queen with european genes

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

As fuck like its been sniffing all kinds of crack i got punchlines european