This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Hearing voices in my head

Im trying to see her in bed

It's poor whites and poor blacks, still they hate each other,

Young fly nigga, getting cash motherfucker

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

Black clouds circle my weary head

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

The rhythm gets into your head.

How can i persuade more heads to hear this great shit

Asian but i never passed arithmetic

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Guess they all needed better fodder, it tastes nice, but it's bony.