This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Dont tell no bitches that im only an asian who can play dot to dot and and

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

My asian immigrant parents had something to prove

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

It's common i fill my body with toxins you claim i darken

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

Who look down on the common people and spit in they faces,

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Dead they chose money over your head"

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

You already know you're dead

Get twisted in ya head

Code red, which means you go red

And im sure, that flew over your head/