This is a song about "Jacob bream"

The do’s and don’ts are black and white

I plead with em, the system ain't right

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Blood stainin black and white tops

She couldn't really cook but that woman tried her best

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

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

If white was the new black

My four-four's givin payback

My voice make her wet

Hearing voices in my head

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

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

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her