This is a song about "Jacob bream"

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Trails snake round the river,

I got that powder, i got that white

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

Or throw in the white towell

The twin towers fell

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

My asian immigrant parents had something to prove

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Setting the stone in the river current and having dreams of futures he never foresaw

Truth is, my shit don't get publicized, when in reality, i already shit on yaw