This is a song about "Jacob bream"

I'm tired of mcdonalds, want a chick that cook chicano

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

Ass cap, put em in the river,

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

Unlimited - break free, the river flows infinite/

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Cook up and run where i'm from, the south son,

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

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

We getting money, you can face the facts

The river of death has brimmed his banks

Got them bomb ass drugs cause i follow all the cook books

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof