This is a song about "Chinese curry"

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

On a bad night i'll get a couple threes like stephon curry

So my eyes are lookin chinese, i'm so sedated

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

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

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

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

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

Always turning red like a chinese tomato

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

Call me a warrior, not because i like curry

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food