This is a song about "Asian beat"

With this heavenly flow bought a hell of whip

Asian but i never passed arithmetic

Her eyes stay low call her asian

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

Lyrical trance, romance the beat,

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

A skinny asian who wears chains

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

I jumped a skittish asian grocery man when he closed the store,

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

But so many asian bitches in my crib it looks like i be clonin'

Disoriented, like an asian when you spin em.

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

And my eyes stay tight like i'm asian, well