This is a song about "A chinese emperor"

Your a show without a channel

This bag is from seattle

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

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Like a baby without a diaper

You're a pussy not a cat

Wonder if they take it all back

My eyes chinese, got me looking at rights through a slit

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

While you chinese be eating flies

Sky high, iced out paradise

Now hey little mama

A store that dosen't get a

Given a velocity and a direction

The world should turn as soon as my records spin