This is a song about "Jacob bream"

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Get twisted in ya head

And im sure, that flew over your head/

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

Raised as an asian so it only makes sense that i aim for the top

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

All on the furniture with no regards

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work

Cutting me this worthless check

How you feel in your head