This is a song about "Asian girls"

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

And pray to be an asian and stand proud, but til then i'm shook

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

We ahead of the curve

We should appreciate the girls

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

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

Disoriented, like an asian when you spin em.

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Her eyes stay low call her asian

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

Raised as an asian so it only makes sense that i aim for the top