This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Yeah my skin color is white,

Walk blind into a line or fight

Cutting me this worthless check

The ear worms in my head,

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Even though it stays bleak,

Now i'm spewing venom to the masses, outcome's bleak,

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Basically blood leaked from her head

Wake up every morning taken from my dreams feeling bleak, strength is weak

But knowing me i prolly never meetonly speak when a fan speak

I hope she's goin' home with me tonight

I got that powder, i got that white