This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Get twisted in ya head

Cutting me this worthless check

But she forgot about the golden rule

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

My voice make her wet

Before she fuck with ya head

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Hearing voices in my head

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

You're a drag queen with european genes

He fights for a common ground to raise minimum wage

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea