This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Top ranked, number one my son

As i christen your children

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

I rather have a silver platter than- fall into life's badder trends

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

There's a lot of religions like fish in the sea

Before a nigga signed i had a healthier liver

Looking in the mirror all i want is silver

You pay your favorite stripper car note

Compared to my rap you sound like your gonna choke

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Silver skin packed to the rim dam that's juicy,

And who woulda thought or knew? out of the fish in the sea,

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money