This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

It's cool cause the radio don't do much

My asian immigrant parents had something to prove

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

I'm on deck i'm up next

I used my common sense

I pimp slap every single one of my asian hoes,

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

You can't handle my river, this an ending of an era

On my way home i punched a bitch for an umbrella

And think alone in my head

Holla out my set

Still hurts though lettin go with the bass

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

Money runs like a golden river

I never use a fork i always spoon her