This is a song about "Chinese f"

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

We know we always out

When she f***in' turns around

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Flexin on these haters, f-flexin on these haters,

Better yet they work my every nerve

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong

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

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

You were wrong and have no f*cking invitation,

So if it comes down, may the best man win