This is a song about "Chinese"

Then a chinese man came by, “ching ling”

I'm on the run, keep running

My way like a usher song

With the chinese: ching chong

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

Eyes low chinese im feelin' like i must be

While you chinese be eating flies

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Smoking got squinted eyes like im chinese,

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

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

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit