This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Listen to treach, krs to get me through the night

In his silver cart of fire i shall one day ride

Looking in the mirror all i want is silver

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Box car children trying to hide

Which you know i'm different, right

Just know that i'm always

Just like when i choke you fake g's

Compared to my rap you sound like your gonna choke

But i'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same boat

That medal made of silver or bronze that medal for trying

Oh how i hated everyone therethe baby lie here dying

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

Than 40 year old rappers talking about gucci

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

Pushin innocent children of buildings isn't normal right?