This is a song about "Jacob bream"

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

But we can kick it sometime, we actually have alot in common

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

That shit was ludicrous/ her pussy smelt like tuna-fish

Tryna find the one

A single so common

Now you might think im common

Girls fast how jamaicans run

I shed so many tears

I used my common sense

Verses sweep my mental urges bleak

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Knock knock, who there? houdini dissappeargot green, john deere. more green, paul pierce

Visions bleak, no sympathy cause they're sinnin' villains sittin' rich in their buildings