This is a song about "Jacob bream"

The science and the art, africa

Droppin dime gold digga

I’m at the bridge, boutta jump off right into the sea,

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

When you drink the bathwater from the polluted sea

Of fault and sins cause we lack common sense

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

My bitches fuck me good

She even said she can cook!

You're smart but lack any common sense.

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Atl was tipping them

Now cook me a meal, gordon