This is a song about "Chinese bitch"

Smoking got squinted eyes like im chinese,

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

With the chinese: ching chong

Well, the club bout to hear this song

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit,

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Always turning red like a chinese tomato

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

Then a chinese man came by, “ching ling”

Hurricane clapping, lyricism ain't working

Murdering another bitch

And she stripping, go to college

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit,