This is a song about "Asian women"

It’s something that’s in your veins

A skinny asian who wears chains

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

To race or religion not even women

Her eyes stay low call her asian

Cold world no blanket son

My asian immigrant parents had something to prove

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

My asian immigrant parents had something to prove

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

Ross and folarin, couple women

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

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

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

I want to fight the music on this one

I wonder why we take from our women