This is a song about "Chinese"

See, it's something about commitment though

Always turning red like a chinese tomato

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Got a bugatti with black and white seats call it chinese checkers,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Hurricane clapping, lyricism ain't working

Then a chinese man came by, “ching ling”

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Eyes low chinese im feelin' like i must be

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Everything ain't what it seems

Smoking got squinted eyes like im chinese,

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit