This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Watching for the cops that's moving through

And pissing red, white, and blue

Verses sweep my mental urges bleak

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

His urn was silver with his name gold plated,

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

I met silver, told him to hold my beer as i dove in

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Or throw in the white towell

That's how we make it right

The do’s and don’ts are black and white

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

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

Even though she is rich, beautiful, and white

Vertebrae snapped, gats...huh, i swerve em right