This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Catch you up on places i've been

As i christen your children

I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

Still hurts though lettin go with the bass

She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Why not me the same thing

Make you choke while i'm ripping

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke

We will hack and cough till we choke