This is a song about "Jacob bream"

The rhymes flow out of me like a river

Hey, the mind state of a winner

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

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

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Her eyes stay low call her asian

And smash whores, bangin' in the car like shaky bass

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

Now you speaking my language

Get twisted in ya head

Code red, which means you go red

And think alone in my head

Im trying to see her in bed