This is a song about "Jacob the whiteboy"

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Organized crime, i kill your boss

I'm hatsheput, the king, the queen,

Be the king, that was part of my dream

She wanted to fight at first

I'm in the the real world

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

You're the snow, i'm the sun

We have nothing in common

For the man of the hour

And i ain't frontin for her