This is a song about "Jacob bream"

They had a hell of a run

Her eyes stay low call her asian

If you flow like a river, then my raps are a sea/

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

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

Blossoms in my radius, common

But that’s just life, where i’m from

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

When you drink the bathwater from the polluted sea

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Occasion when i'm blazin asian and no drops to fade it with

Haven't it already bare in the common thief

And i know - there'll never be peace