This is a song about "Jacob bream"

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

Get twisted in ya head

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

Another victim dissin the towel head/

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

Cant take meds without pigs in your head,

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

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

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Your being pushed into the dead sea

My asian immigrant parents had something to prove

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

And please never disrespect my set

Musical shots at your head,