This is a song about "Jacob bream"

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

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

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

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

After every show, a dream she hold

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

You gotta go all day for that gold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

And yall niggas the right flow

Sext hoes next gold shep yo!

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

I fight in a pool sweat just like jacob and his angel