This is a song about "Jacob bream"

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

They stay sippin liquor inside a silver chalice

Black woman you cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

We will cook you up and eat,

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Since i was left with no hope

Some just wait for me to choke

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

Bite the #steely, #damn, like walt becker or donald fagen,

To mcs that don't rhyme good

She even said she can cook!

We will hack and cough till we choke

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope