This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

Go on, look for a better nigga: girl you can’t find

Ill boil your insides and cook you alive, oxygen deprived,

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

My asian immigrant parents had something to prove

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

The real muscle in the message of that

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

Women front, they get its cold

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

White kid from suburbia

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Cook up and run where i'm from, the south son,

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Is a space that now you hold