This is a song about "Jacob bream"

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Going for the gold, not the copper or the silver/

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

But here's the kicker, i'm living on the river

Your beauty was as resourceful as a river

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer

Your last man was semi pro

(uh, uh) there you go that's john doe

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

I lived with poor blacks and poor whites in their neighborhoods,

Titanic sinks across the river styx

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Titanic coming out of the atlantic causing panic

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

Yea i'm asian and i get them a's, so you know how it goes, something i don't lack is praise