This is a song about "Jacob bream"

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

Must be something you want me to see

And now there in my head.

Cutting me this worthless check

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

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

Kick back and know yo son set

The numbers burst my head

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

Because i'd only break my teeth if i tried to bite my silver tongue

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

That medal made of silver or bronze that medal for trying