This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Money runs like a golden river

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Stampede in this game like the hawks of the sea

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

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

This time undefeated by the sea.

I delete they history

Only seen family a few like gold

I mean of course just the same old

But i just wanna know if i speak could you listen

You find yourself thinking more about the children

Kinda like maths and asian

For the outlawz, here we come

But so many asian bitches in my crib it looks like i be clonin'

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son