This is a song about "Chinese foo"

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Eyes low chinese im feelin' like i must be

My ambitious girl, i won't forget you

Not sure how to rhyme but i can bar like foo

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

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

Always turning red like a chinese tomato

They all need attention, they call me a g though

Then a chinese man came by, “ching ling”

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

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

I ain't tryna diss you

I make impressions like a foo

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot