This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Gained a hundred pounds to be a fat white chris rock,

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

I flow so deep you in a river, now you peddling/

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Knock knock, who there? houdini dissappeargot green, john deere. more green, paul pierce

Visions bleak, no sympathy cause they're sinnin' villains sittin' rich in their buildings

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

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

Phoma is having dinner, while the killer's awaiting by the river

I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Who look down on the common people and spit in they faces,