This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

Another victim dissin the towel head/

But for long time i had gone cold

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

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

That's boa, see that's my set

She don’t give her nigga head

Show them im the king of the sea.

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

Leg into place so i can dip into her inner river, i slither, in a finger,

Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer