This is a song about "Jacob bream"

I like to see where she been and i’ll be deep in her mind

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

Dream of a king's been a nightmare for anyone

But your the only fish that's after the sea-men/

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

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

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

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

Like john lennon, i'm playing those mind games/

My asian immigrant parents had something to prove

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes