This is a song about "Chinese"

But just when it gets good, she's gone

With the chinese: ching chong

Got a bugatti with black and white seats call it chinese checkers,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Eyes low chinese im feelin' like i must be

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

And california on that jerk shit

While you chinese be eating flies

I need a backyard full court size

Smoking got squinted eyes like im chinese,

That'll do anything that i please

天使 tiānshǐ, now i'm dropping it harder, chinese

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route