This is a song about "Jacob bream"

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

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

Fuck a life, murder common sense,

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Your chick said i'm hot

Im spittin like the rock

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit

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

Got a sign on my dick

Brush by the bleak brick by brick

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

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

And “smack a hoe”, this is common, oppressive,

You ain’t never been higher than this