This is a song about "Chinese ching kong money noodles subway fuck ace"

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

Always turning red like a chinese tomato

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

With oodles of noodles of money paper on my pasta,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Your medulla pull the trigger turn your brain into some noodles

Police at the door sing like denzel and king kong.

And before the sun came up, he was gone

Even with no practice i'm partly ace

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

Where's your bars about money? for fuck sake you're from america,

And you ain't doing nothing wrong

With the chinese: ching chong

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

This beat gets me loose like raman noodles