This is a song about "Chinese"

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

Eyes low chinese im feelin' like i must be

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Always turning red like a chinese tomato

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

We wrote this song

With the chinese: ching chong

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

While you chinese be eating flies

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

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

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

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