This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

You're gonna sink in the river, with no liver

Goin' ham in beef it's raw, i cook it up with twisted news,

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

She got that good good

She even said she can cook!

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

Stir the beef up in a pot, it's hot, cook it up and sell it,

Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,