This is a song about "Jacob bream"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

That's why i make my raps deep like the whole fucking atlantic ocean!

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Fresh peel after intersecting slides your glistening red

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

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

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

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

Stir the beef up in a pot, it's hot, cook it up and sell it,

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

Tire marks, tire marks

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)