This is a song about "Chinese faggots anything and tim hortons"

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Up parents, faggots and the feminists

Smoking got squinted eyes like im chinese,

But in the meantime it's lights please

I see them faggots in space and i don't need a hubble

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Before anything though, they're called bitches, punks and whores/

On they car note to go to the club

Tim fuckin duncan, posting up

I kill beats and faggots and you're no rap master

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash