This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

Her eyes stay low call her asian

Cold world no blanket son

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Nobody here is famous, we just got a common interest.

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

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

If you were nursed by fools, then this is your american, asian perceptions.

Like "don't let 'em 'round our women" cuz we own women like things

You're gonna sink in the river, with no liver

When you thinking about breakfast i'm heating up my dinner

U ask for forgivness i know we all ain't holy st. john

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

The river flowed to the doors of riches and broke