This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Sicken feeling running thought my head

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

I hear it in my head

Kick back and know yo son set

My voice make her wet

And think alone in my head

And i ain't frontin for her

White black contrast doesn't matter

Face white as frank white, y'all ready to die yet?

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

To the white lies or white lines that constantly define

Im going to get some head

And please never disrespect my set