This is a song about "Jacob bream"

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

Pushin innocent children of buildings isn't normal right?

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

Decided to spurt some mayhem, might", murder yo' wife 'n' children.

Guess they all needed better fodder, it tastes nice, but it's bony.

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Nigga im high as mother fucker, i will choke

Ain't he dope? no, he the same as shit that tyler wrote

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

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

All the innocent little children

You just working with the scraps you was given

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

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