This is a song about "Jacob bream"

My asian immigrant parents had something to prove

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

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

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

Another victim dissin the towel head/

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

Y'all can't ever fade that, i don't ever lack shit

Trails snake round the river,

Just to let you know, you are

And pray to be an asian and stand proud, but til then i'm shook

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good