This is a song about "Jacob bream"

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

And this will be the song that we sing

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

The river flowed to the doors of riches and broke

My nigga for life though

Sext hoes next gold shep yo!

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

But like the diamonds and gold

Your beauty was as resourceful as a river

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her