This is a song about "Chinese boxers"

With the chinese: ching chong

We wrote this song

I'm everything that they call nice

While you chinese be eating flies

Then a chinese man came by, “ching ling”

The time is now, on everything

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

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

Heavy hitting enough to make you piss in your boxers

First i have potential, now i got them answers

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

At times i like to watch out the latest shit

Knowing you can no longer party

Eyes low chinese im feelin' like i must be