This is a song about "Jacob bream"

You gotta go all day for that gold

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

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

I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

I find it common people misuse suspense

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

As fuck like its been sniffing all kinds of crack i got punchlines european

But i have a good mind and common sense,

Dominating of the eastside shall commence

I jumped a skittish asian grocery man when he closed the store,

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for