This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

Before i make your nose rudolph, special red,

And please never disrespect my set

All i could see by your body was red

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Sub-woofer bass boosted ay stay lucid

Pitch the rock, mike vick, swag so sick

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Ass cap, put em in the river,

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

I don't care what it did to them

Now cook me a meal, gordon

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay