This is a song about "Jacob bream"

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

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

Got them bomb ass drugs cause i follow all the cook books

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

After im done with you, you be bleeding red,

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

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

Now i'm spewing venom to the masses, outcome's bleak,

We'll cook ya for lunch and serve you at red lobster,

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

I'm tired of mcdonalds, want a chick that cook chicano

All i could see by your body was red

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead