This is a song about "Jacob bream"

And please never disrespect my set

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Throw it in the river where she sunk

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

And “smack a hoe”, this is common, oppressive,

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingohh look in the mirror

Phoma is having dinner, while the killer's awaiting by the river

She don’t give her nigga head

Kick back and know yo son set

With a rope, hung up by their necks, they choke,

When i'm on it, on it like my job

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

But i have a good mind and common sense,