This is a song about "Jacob bream"

You don't mean that, you faggot

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

Droppin dime gold digga

You're fucking with me, nigga

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

Cause all i want is you, baby

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

When you drink the bathwater from the polluted sea