This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Just like when i choke you fake g's

Not likely like stay long please

And this will be the song that we sing

There's children dying and i am crying

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

If she mine i'mma take her to a newer level

We gotta search our soul to find out, what we're after

Kind of serving up hip hop on a silver platter.

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children

As fuck like its been sniffing all kinds of crack i got punchlines european

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

And my grandmother dying

Finding that silver lining

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

My bars are more compressed then sedimentary rock,