This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Can't deal with me on a silver platter

And think alone in my head

Cutting me this worthless check

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

In his silver cart of fire i shall one day ride

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter

Kind of serving up hip hop on a silver platter.

Can't find no one to watch her kids, so she pay her sister

Looking in the mirror all i want is silver

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

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

That medal made of silver or bronze that medal for trying

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring