Jacob

Yo, straight outta Lake Isabella, bitch

Jacob , pale as the damn marina fish

I’m from that small-ass town by the big-ass lake

Where everybody fishes but I’m tryna be a Drake

Got my fake gold chain from the Kernville flea market

Saggin’ my Walmart jeans so low my boxers spark it

Tilting my trucker hat sideways to look hard in the bait shop

Jacob in the house, but my truck’s a damn pontoon drop-top

I did a two-day stretch for stealin’ gas station beef jerky

Deputy caught me ‘cause I left my fishing license in the dirt, see?

I’m a wig*a, go figure, white boy from Lake Isabella

Wants to be a gangsta but my mom still packs my cooler, for real-a

I’m a wig*a

Jacob, Lake Isabella’s whitest nig*a

I’m a wig*a

Bass boat with the spinners, motherf**ker!

Closet full of FUBU I got off Facebook Marketplace

Sippin’ on a 40… of Coors Light from the ice chest, no cap

Smokin’ token stank weed… actually it’s just campfire smoke

Jacob on the lake, that’s my grandpa’s old bass boat, choke

I got a pick in my hair but it’s really just a fishing hook

Tryna talk the talk but I sound like I’m from a country song book

Front porch lookin’ hard with my NERF gun by the dock

Drive-by inner-tube fights, we squirtin’ all over the lock

I’m a wig*a

Jacob , pasty king of Lake Isabella trigger

I’m a wig*a

Can’t even swim good, but I blame it on the water, !

- spoken, out of breath]

Yeah… I tried to dab on ‘em at the boat ramp but slipped on fish guts…

Jacob representin’ the Lake Isabella cul-de-sac thugs…

My gang sign is the shaka but I throw it up with a beer in my hand…

(mosquito slap) …anyway

at the marina, orderin’ bait shop tacos, extra mild

Locals think I’m lost, ask if I need a ride back to the wild

I say “Nah fam, I’m hard,” then I trip over my flip-flop straps

Start rappin’ ‘bout my propane tank and my weekend campin’ plans

My rims are spinnin’… on my golf cart at the park

Ranger called me in ‘cause I said “fo’ shizzle” to the park, what a lark

But it’s all good, I’m Jacob livin’ the lake life dream

Lake Isabella wig*a — mayonnaise on my trout, supreme!

I’m a wig*a go figure

Jacob the whitest wigga on the Isabella picture

I’m a wig*a, go figure

Pale as the bleached docks, but my Bluetooth says I’m a real spitter!

Yeah… from Lake Isabella…

I’m a wig*a… so go figure…