This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Fetching my dick almost as quick as they cook and they clean dishes

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

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

I really fought like moses, going to adjust the sea

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

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

Throw em in the river outdoors

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

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

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Verses sweep my mental urges bleak

Niggas is unifying as we speak