This is a song about "Jacob bream"

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

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

I really fought like moses, going to adjust the sea

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

Show them im the king of the sea.

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Before she fuck with ya head

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Im going to get some head

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

You'll be like osama bin laden, dropped in the sea

Knock knock, who there? houdini dissappeargot green, john deere. more green, paul pierce

Visions bleak, no sympathy cause they're sinnin' villains sittin' rich in their buildings