This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

Gained a hundred pounds to be a fat white chris rock,

Cause baby you're my rock

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

You know...you know who you are

Passin' the rock, i'm walt frazier

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

Verses sweep my mental urges bleak

Never hitting delete, technology peak, it's bleak,

Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak

If you flow like a river, then my raps are a sea/

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

I really fought like moses, going to adjust the sea

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city