This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Just a skinny white girl,

And he, what's his name, earl

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

Kinda like maths and asian

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

Yea i'm asian and i get them a's, so you know how it goes, something i don't lack is praise

I need one white coffin

You can disown him or stone him

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

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

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

White black contrast doesn't matter

Took the van, went snatch her