This is a song about "Angel island chinese"

No car key and i mean that

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

*angel* hell no, eric, those goals are generic,

I master vandalism and my louie v's sprouse shit

So my eyes are lookin chinese, i'm so sedated

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

I fight in a pool sweat just like jacob and his angel

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

And i was one of the fish in this tiny small island

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

Always knew where the pot was

Rose an angel we saw precious,