This is a song about "Jacob bream"

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

So if it comes down, may the best man win

To quick, show 'em to tha cook, hearion' them sayin'

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass

Dropping tracks as much as skrillex drops the bass

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

Trying to give them light and a message

When you let that nigga grab your naked ass

Megaphones be blaring my bass,

Found dead covered in red

Cutting me this worthless check

Raz, fuck jazz, this is rap, increase the bass/

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

I'm haunted by the thoughts of being husband, or a father

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