This is a song about "Jacob bream"

That's why i make my raps deep like the whole fucking atlantic ocean!

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

It took time -- but finally the cash was mine

To the white lies or white lines that constantly define

Get twisted in ya head

Give us this day, our daily bread

If white was the new black

Sneak up on attack

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

Even though she is rich, beautiful, and white

And think alone in my head

Nobody ain't own us yet

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

Never hitting delete, technology peak, it's bleak,

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

After the dog is done his feast take him down to the river