This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Nobody ain't own us yet

The ear worms in my head,

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

I say that the pool is closed

I got a watch wit all gold,

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Kick back and know yo son set

Musical shots at your head,

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I really fought like moses, going to adjust the sea

We will cook you up and eat,

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

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

Make some move, ambition i’m on a level