This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

The ear worms in my head,

Woo-hah, got you all in check

So if i do call it's just a check

And im sure, that flew over your head/

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

Bite the #steely, #damn, like walt becker or donald fagen,

And now there in my head.

That's boa, see that's my set

And im sure, that flew over your head/

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

Get twisted in ya head

If your man want to bet