This is a song about "Jacob bream"

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

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

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

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

All the innocent little children

And modify your opinion

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Ovaries and booties what do they all got in common?

Black clouds circle my weary head

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

There's children dying and i am crying

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

Don't make any excuses, you want to care for the children

Earl sweatshirt, tyler, the creator

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker