This is a song about "Asians that are good at math"

I like my bitches good at math

So chase the air hide your stash

Lay awake at night i fight these demons that are inside

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

We was loonie i suppose, you could

That everythings fine, ok and good

Ain't the same thang as asians,"

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

White people can rap why cant asians

So here i am at the store for some chips

I hate it when they card asians

Or the trials of tribulations

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

You tell me 'one strike,' well, good thing i was never good at math.