This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Make some move, ambition i’m on a level

I fight in a pool sweat just like jacob and his angel

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Fetching my dick almost as quick as they cook and they clean dishes

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

That shit was ludicrous/ her pussy smelt like tuna-fish

I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Hand to hand in the cold

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind

Ill boil your insides and cook you alive, oxygen deprived,

So you should move away, or join the dude 'n play

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

She even said she can cook!

Smoke ? you know it taste good