This is a song about "Jacobs mam"

This that black elohim anunnaki rap

Matter of fact jacobs ladder collapsed,

Prognosis not good, mam, your son is a cabbage

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

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

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Scattered from hell to jacobs ladder,