This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Subtweets lower than sub-bass blasting submarines,

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

Basically blood leaked from her head

Give us this day, our daily bread

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

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

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

Dead they chose money over your head"

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

I got a watch wit all gold,

Bitch i am in your head.

These jordan 4′s: check

I’m tryna be low key

Emerging from the sea

Code red, which means you go red

She don’t give her nigga head