This is a song about "Jacob bream"

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

Or throw in the white towell

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

Dont tell no bitches that im only an asian who can play dot to dot and and

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

All i could see by your body was red

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

White sand beaches everywhere

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

My all gold rolly or the

We them boys that glow without gold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

And pray to be an asian and stand proud, but til then i'm shook

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look