This is a song about "Asian diss"

My asian immigrant parents had something to prove

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Her eyes stay low call her asian

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Kinda like maths and asian

See, i'm second to no one

Raised as an asian doesn't mean that i can't spit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

I pimp slap every single one of my asian hoes,

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Occasion when i'm blazin asian and no drops to fade it with

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Don't realize this is a diss

Gold bottles, lot of bitches

You cant even write a good diss?

Cuz ignorance is bliss