This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Dmv that's on me no days off i don't sleep

Verses sweep my mental urges bleak

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

I look down in the river, no sound in that wet mirror

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Hella proper, my garment is propeller of chopper

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

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

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

Brush by the bleak brick by brick

I dropped another classic