This is a song about "Chinese"

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

天使 tiānshǐ, now i'm dropping it harder, chinese

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

My eyes chinese, got me looking at rights through a slit

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Eyes low chinese im feelin' like i must be

It’s so hard and its so an this marvelous flow

Always turning red like a chinese tomato

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

In the midst of a fire pit

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

While you chinese be eating flies

With the chinese: ching chong

Haven't seen a girl in so long