This is a song about "Jacob bream"

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

My asian immigrant parents had something to prove

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

But for long time i had gone cold

See i got more haters and nay sayers than eight lakers in boston

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

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

I jumped a skittish asian grocery man when he closed the store,

Sabotage, i love how you keep coming back for more

Verses sweep my mental urges bleak

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

If you flow like a river, then my raps are a sea/

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Occasion when i'm blazin asian and no drops to fade it with

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches