This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Cause i'm crappin out better shit than you while sittin on the fuckin john

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

Or closed casket for our troubles

It's full of gold medals,

Told my mama in '03 i ain’t going back to school

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

This prada make me shallow

(uh, uh) there you go that's john doe

Im not just another white fellow

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

I'm getting gold leprechaun

Expose those fries, can't hold those down

It sends her on a trip so right

Flow is china white, skin is diamond white,

We never tattle, let god handle that

Gold letterman last kings killing shit