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

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Up parents, faggots and the feminists

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

This murder on every track, this verse is an epitaph

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

Pass me that bong, inhale, astronaut flow, space jam

And these catholics think they can fix anything man,

That's what i'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin

Bashin' blacks and trashin' "faggots" sadly will not go out of fashion

But luckily tim changed my year

Yellow diamonds in my ear

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

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