This is a song about "Asian hoes"

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

Disoriented, like an asian when you spin em.

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

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

Like a line full of hoes

This is love, nothing else close

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

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

My asian immigrant parents had something to prove

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Her eyes stay low call her asian

Bad hoes i'm seen with them

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close