This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

You're smart but lack any common sense.

Your thought provokes a a common cold

After every show, a dream she hold

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

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

You're very attractive, and notice that

I like silver better!..

Well, that's what you are

If you flow like a river, then my raps are a sea/

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

I got a watch wit all gold,

Hand to hand in the cold

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Now your wrists are covered in red