This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

As she goes through the levels

It's full of gold medals,

Even though it stays bleak,

What do i really need

Your thought provokes a a common cold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Ketchup like a condiment, my common sense says

Visions bleak, no sympathy cause they're sinnin' villains sittin' rich in their buildings

Knock knock, who there? houdini dissappeargot green, john deere. more green, paul pierce

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/