This is a song about "Jacob bream"

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Nobody here is famous, we just got a common interest.

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

A smell something fishy its nicola sturgeon urging debates

Bet i get like 8 of them

A single so common

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Titanic coming out of the atlantic causing panic

If you were nursed by fools, then this is your american, asian perceptions.

She said that we could switch it up and you can sit where mama sits/

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

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

Flowin' like i'm in poker, you never know my emotion

That's why i make my raps deep like the whole fucking atlantic ocean!