This is a song about "The jacob show"

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

' alright, already, the show goes on

In the streetlight, limelight exposed the whole show/

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

Your generativity is on the low, your creativity would never show

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

The coldest bout to show out

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

I think i'll sit here and watch the show

Lost my nigga over nothing though

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Your generativity is on the low, your creativity would never show

Take my moms, move away

Get back i'll show you the way

Come early to the show

Hit the club she drop it low