This is a song about "Jacob faulkner"

Plot twist he's a novelist psychotic and off of it

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

There’s a house on fuller street that they say he moved in

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

I fight in a pool sweat just like jacob and his angel

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

My life seems fuller, golden, somehow enriched

Got a lotta cash like johnny cash, call me folsom

His flow on renegade, fucking awesome

Marshall faulk, steven jackson

What up girl, tell me how you been