This is a song about "Chinese"

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Eyes low chinese im feelin' like i must be

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

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

You were right here all along

With the chinese: ching chong

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

And if i'm down with this banging shit

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

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

Always turning red like a chinese tomato

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

So my eyes are lookin chinese, i'm so sedated