This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Im spittin like the rock

Put my trust in my god

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

And only one silver chain to be flashing.

Have amazing conversation while we flying, i ain't lying

That medal made of silver or bronze that medal for trying

His urn was silver with his name gold plated,

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

'caution when you engage with the common folk

When common dropped resurrection hip hop exploded

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Being puppeteer-ed putting aside my common sense