This is a song about "Asian homies"

Homies could get they dividends

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests

I'm just another asian who you see as

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

3 homies chilling making classics

My asian immigrant parents had something to prove

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

Homies lost their cool-funky flow

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

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

I pimp slap every single one of my asian hoes,