This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Fuck, your a comedian, im gone, your red

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Now your wrists are covered in red

Im going to get some head

And please never disrespect my set

Black clouds circle my weary head

Is not far from white girls with big bread

And then i saw the red,

Sunroof flow so over your head

I'll through you in a river

You know...you know who you are

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

As fuck like its been sniffing all kinds of crack i got punchlines european