This is a song about "Jacob sanchez"

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

You better know my name

I maintain, handle beef is like i'm hindu

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

But it was just me handing out new shit you couldn't handle

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

My style is patent, the measures is drastic

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

By seventeen selling more then i could handle

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

It's sure to be the last

Your in the ocean swimming doggy style

I never smiled as a juvenile

Benny fucking trip remember the name,

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain