This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

I could use you as a toothpick in my bleak sleek teeth.

As long as when the check came they got first dibsnow brenda's belly is getting bigger

Yeah im rocken gold/ nikka u rocked silver/ ull never get thant shit/ kuz yo life is bitter/

Play this shit while you contemplate

We’re walking past the head on a silver plate

I got a watch wit all gold,

Where i from, it get cold

You gotta go all day for that gold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Hand to hand in the cold

And only one silver chain to be flashing.

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring