This is a song about "Jacobs mam"

I'm going insane throwing death adders from jacobs ladder,

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

Prognosis not good, mam, your son is a cabbage

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

That i will leave earth with her

Scattered from hell to jacobs ladder,

Matter of fact jacobs ladder collapsed,

Stack in his hand trynna make that last