This is a song about "Jacob bream"

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

My burial at sea gets to me when i sleep, creeping up/

My all gold rolly or the

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

And think alone in my head

Like sally mae on college debt

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Loving you is clouding my head

You already know you're dead

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

I say that the pool is closed

Get twisted in ya head

Woo-hah, got you all in check