This is a song about "Chinese cookies"

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

Always turning red like a chinese tomato

With the chinese: ching chong

But if i'm wrong

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

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

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Double m-g not to mention we got that

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

I was sitting here, braid dead, hooked up on cookies and juice,

Eyes low chinese im feelin' like i must be

Look it something they can't ever see

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

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Then a chinese man came by, “ching ling”