This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

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

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Musical shots at your head,

You can't handle my river, this an ending of an era

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

When the river nile flooded, water, mud/ silt from the river had washed all up

Fuck you if you feelin' different

Throw it in the river where she sunk

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation