This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

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

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

I find it common people misuse suspense

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Ketchup like a condiment, my common sense says

Before she fuck with ya head

And please never disrespect my set

She don’t give her nigga head

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

I'm goin hard and i ain't playin like sega genus,

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Now you might think im common

Flyer then the rest of them

That's boa, see that's my set

How you feel in your head