This is a song about "Jacob bream"

As fuck like its been sniffing all kinds of crack i got punchlines european

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

But so many asian bitches in my crib it looks like i be clonin'

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

Covered the room in splattered red,

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Now your wrists are covered in red

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Crack some jokes, and break the silence of sea,

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Ill say pussy red instead

I'm just another asian who you see as

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last