This is a song about "Chinese"

That skate hard, thrash black hoodies, try something

Then a chinese man came by, “ching ling”

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Always turning red like a chinese tomato

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

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

Smoking got squinted eyes like im chinese,

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Eyes low chinese im feelin' like i must be

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

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

I had to fight back and shit

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit