This is a song about "Jacob maisch s pullout game"

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

And i don’t take no dames out

Couches only pullout

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

Spit it like i get it from the bible for your survival

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

I ain't just rapping, i can make it happen

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',