This is a song about "Jesse cox"

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Stack meat, i'm raw 'cuz when the beef cooks with battle rap,

Spacial inhibitors keeping us prisoners

Girls will love you for your cross they ain't jesus lovers

Janitors and cooks and guards and tellers, that's bad news,

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

Names jesse langmacher, known as jaybo to friends, put passion and heart into

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

Jay rock cooks rocks on a fuking stove top.

But the head pounds, mind cooks like i found a disease that's venereal

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

After all the cocks you gargled, we'll let you off with a discount, cox bundle.

Don't ask for trouble, cause we blow the roof off and let you crumble in the rubble/

Going ham with the beef cooks, raw, killing rappers now,

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow