This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

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

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

Im going to get some head

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

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

Dude wise up don't end a crook nude lies she's a good brook

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

The numbers burst my head

Finding more light to shed

Dead they chose money over your head"

Is not far from white girls with big bread