This is a song about "Jacob bream"

She don’t give her nigga head

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

They stay sippin liquor inside a silver chalice

Silver and demaz, does that ring a bell?

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

And think alone in my head

Like a church in debt

Stampede in this game like the hawks of the sea

You be get up on this fly shit baby

Cant take meds without pigs in your head,

I don't want you to have my permit yet

I'm writing this off my head

Is not far from white girls with big bread

You already know you're dead

Dead they chose money over your head"