This is a song about "Chinese food"

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

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

No doctors and lawyers or nurses and cops, just fast food,

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

I was born to do the damn thing

Then a chinese man came by, “ching ling”

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Now all im tryna do is get food

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

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,