This is a song about "Asian roast"

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

A skinny asian who wears chains

My asian immigrant parents had something to prove

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Sit down, imma roast ya, free of charge, no cater

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

I hope u consider this rap a roast

I keep a broad beside me while i skate coast

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

My asian immigrant parents had something to prove

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

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

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

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

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

And bad bitches give me head and tell