This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

Dont tell no bitches that im only an asian who can play dot to dot and and

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

Box car children trying to hide

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

Found dead covered in red

You could say i'm friends with fred

They say theres plenty fish in the sea

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

So i'm hitting this weed till i choke

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

Tire marks, tire marks

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

Motherfucker i ain't never broke

We will hack and cough till we choke