This is a song about "Chinese"

Then a chinese man came by, “ching ling”

Hurricane clapping, lyricism ain't working

Becoming someone you don't recognize

While you chinese be eating flies

Always turning red like a chinese tomato

It’s so hard and its so an this marvelous flow

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Right flows down and they might go nice

Smoking got squinted eyes like im chinese,

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

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

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Must be something you want me to see

Eyes low chinese im feelin' like i must be