This is a song about "Jacob bream"

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

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

After every show, a dream she hold

You gotta go all day for that gold

Fuck a life, murder common sense,

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

To quick, show 'em to tha cook, hearion' them sayin'

What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation

I fight in a pool sweat just like jacob and his angel

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

I'm getting gold leprechaun

Cause everytime yall come around