This is a song about "Jake s journal"

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

How to top those words he spake, how am i gonna reach my idol, miller, jake?

But somehow it made them listen

And that´s how it has begun

Black woman you cold

S queezys very bold

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease

S on my chest like a superman vest

See i can only love you when you undressed

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again