This is a song about "Chinese are the best people"

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

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

You're the reason i can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

They keep on sayin’ the same rappers are the best

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

People are evil, the weak are feeble, lack meat...

She called me fantastic, i called her a fat bitch

They are all good like the best bowl of porridge.

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

Whenever i try to contest people, they say i'm the best,

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

Where the old people are scared to walk the streets at night

"good morning people i just had the best dream"

We self-made but never is an i on the team

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

We never tattle, let god handle that