This is a song about "Jacob bream"

And please never disrespect my set

Black clouds circle my weary head

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

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Come to my show you'll see/sea sickness no boats or yachts

You stood me up and i understand

My god made the sea and land

My burial at sea gets to me when i sleep, creeping up/

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Givin back the sand til we center rock

By any means, if ya like it or not

Tonight, i ain't here to party, i came to rock (rock)

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

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

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not