This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Look's like a chandelier, look in the mirror

Money runs like a golden river

Ain't finna peak yet

I hear it in my head

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

My asian immigrant parents had something to prove

Your brains just caves in, when, im busting out like unborn children,

Or any type of suitable living condition listen

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

Raised as an asian so it only makes sense that i aim for the top

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

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

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

The river of death has brimmed his banks