This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

You're a drag queen with european genes

Verses sweep my mental urges bleak

I can always go home and look down my street

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

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

Now i'm spewing venom to the masses, outcome's bleak,

But hey yo look, money from across the street

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

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

African queen got what you need

Verses sweep my mental urges bleak

Wake up every morning taken from my dreams feeling bleak, strength is weak

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

Now i'm spewing venom to the masses, outcome's bleak,