This is a song about "Jacob bream"

As i christen your children

It ain't where i been

And please never disrespect my set

Dead they chose money over your head"

And think alone in my head

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

There's children dying and i am crying

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Hold yo breath so you don't choke,

Used to find dope in his coat

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

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

Woo-hah, got you all in check

And think alone in my head

All the innocent little children

I am not the only one