This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

And pissing red, white, and blue

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

White boy rappin' not an impossibility

My direction good, well-rounded type

The do’s and don’ts are black and white

I really fought like moses, going to adjust the sea

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

Blood stainin black and white tops

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Girl i don’t want to rush tonight

I got that powder, i got that white