This is a song about "Jacob bream"

You already know you're dead

And im sure, that flew over your head/

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

Stampede in this game like the hawks of the sea

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

Where you belong with your family

Your being pushed into the dead sea

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Going for the gold, not the copper or the silver/

His urn was silver with his name gold plated,

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

Cant take meds without pigs in your head,

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

I’m at the bridge, boutta jump off right into the sea,