This is a song about "Chinese death"

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

Ya better kno lyfe b4 u meet death

And i'm a just take another guess

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

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

Smoking got squinted eyes like im chinese,

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

Of his death, such similarity