This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Stir the beef up in a pot, it's hot, cook it up and sell it,

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

Got them bomb ass drugs cause i follow all the cook books

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

You're a drag queen with european genes

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

I jumped a skittish asian grocery man when he closed the store,

This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

But so many asian bitches in my crib it looks like i be clonin'