This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Just like when i choke you fake g's

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

We will cook you up and eat,

Me and my peeps often meet

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

On that water like islands they ain’t swimmin’ you dig

Titanic coming out of the atlantic causing panic

You're a drag queen with european genes

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook

Your whole crew freezing in the atlantic

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick