This is a song about "Jacob bream"

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

Never hitting delete, technology peak, it's bleak,

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

That shit was ludicrous/ her pussy smelt like tuna-fish

I want to amaze people like jesus turned water red

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

Check the stats, my team winning

Make you choke while i'm ripping

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

I swear my peoples keep a strapped like pinky in the movies

I could use you as a toothpick in my bleak sleek teeth.

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

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