This is a song about "Asian fight"

Kinda like maths and asian

Something wicked this way come

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

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

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

My asian immigrant parents had something to prove

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

I can smell it when i go outside

I don't wanna lose any fight

See her man face-to-face through the glass

I'm just another asian who you see as

Asian but i never passed arithmetic

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Provoke me, i'll start a fight,

And you're approaching me right