This is a song about "Asian market"

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

My asian immigrant parents had something to prove

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

I just wanna be higher than that

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

Disoriented, like an asian when you spin em.

But so many asian bitches in my crib it looks like i be clonin'

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

My asian immigrant parents had something to prove

See her man face-to-face through the glass

If she not asian tho i pass