This is a song about "Jacob s head"

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Clap two times if you drunk

Where i from, it get cold

S queezys very bold

Bad, just like an 80's car

I don’t care where ya are

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

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

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

Or let the mob handle that