This is a song about "Jacob bream"

My window is a book and i'm a fuckin' crook

Dude wise up don't end a crook nude lies she's a good brook

With the hammer and a rock

This is the part where we run hip hop

You're a drag queen with european genes

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Or be on the street corner with a pipe smokin the rock

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

But god is still the rock

That cellphone that i bought

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

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

I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule

People label me as soft, emotional and poor