This is a song about "Jacob bream"

We’re walking past the head on a silver plate

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

Wake up every morning taken from my dreams feeling bleak, strength is weak

That medal made of silver or bronze that medal for trying

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Gained a hundred pounds to be a fat white chris rock,

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

We took a salmon leap to become the uk

I want to feel her in every way

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

That's why i make my raps deep like the whole fucking atlantic ocean!

Dead they chose money over your head"

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Rock your face like mountaintops

And mine somewhere bout mars