This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

She will never get by, no how no way

A smell something fishy its nicola sturgeon urging debates

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

We will cook you up and eat,

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

Never hitting delete, technology peak, it's bleak,

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

I’m at the bridge, boutta jump off right into the sea,

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look