This is a song about "Chinese food"

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

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

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

But rather than singing non praise the dude

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

I was starving, didn't have money to buy food

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

With the chinese: ching chong

I walked up and asked what's wrong

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

Smoking got squinted eyes like im chinese,

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see