This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child

I stay cold like common, blowin' with the wind

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Going for the gold, not the copper or the silver/

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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Lady at the frank stand will

We have nothing in common, poodle

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

Whether it's white or violet

At the age of 16, credit card scam schemes

You're a drag queen with european genes

Finding that silver lining

Money ain't a thing

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

Or throw in the white towell