This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Easily leo da vinci when i piece in a picture

Going for the gold, not the copper or the silver/

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

We got soul but no control, like john rambo rippin' throats

I don't kiss and tell, that's so middle school

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Raised as an asian doesn't mean that i can't spit

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Like "don't let 'em 'round our women" cuz we own women like things

If you were nursed by fools, then this is your american, asian perceptions.

My asian immigrant parents had something to prove

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Then we'll rise and fight like warriors 'till sunset like elton john,