This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

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

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

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

I fight in a pool sweat just like jacob and his angel

Show them im the king of the sea.

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

She going to borrow some money

I caught a can of lipton in the sea,

Through thick and thin

I need one white coffin

They say theres plenty fish in the sea

So high i’m on the ceiling baby