This is a song about "Chinese cookies"

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Everything ain't what it seems

Smoking got squinted eyes like im chinese,

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

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

Always turning red like a chinese tomato

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

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

Got a bugatti with black and white seats call it chinese checkers,

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

While you chinese be eating flies

These cookies can crumble, if they causing some trouble

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle