This is a song about "Jacob bream"

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

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

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

Raz, fuck jazz, this is rap, increase the bass/

Get twisted in ya head

You could say i'm friends with fred

How you feel in your head

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Her eyes stay low call her asian

He just pass the patron

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Your being pushed into the dead sea

I really fought like moses, going to adjust the sea

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

I mean turn up the bass