This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Like sally mae on college debt

The rhythm gets into your head.

Holla out my set

And think alone in my head

I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Raz, fuck jazz, this is rap, increase the bass/

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

Stampede in this game like the hawks of the sea

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Okay man you do the drop

I though i was red hot

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

A clever idea to take something they said

Basically blood leaked from her head

Nobody ain't own us yet