This is a song about "Jacob bream"

A skinny asian who wears chains

And i ain't got what it takes

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Guess they all needed better fodder, it tastes nice, but it's bony.

Raised as an asian doesn't mean that i can't spit

I work hard for everything i get

And he, what's his name, earl

Just a skinny white girl,

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

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

Had to wear the 13's with them

Rich white and black white-washed men/

A single so common

Top ranked, number one my son