This is a song about "Chinese food"

C’mon and let’s chill baby

And junk food that's been feeding me.

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

And in this game you the gators' food

Eyes low chinese im feelin' like i must be

I'm in love with a lady who crazy

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

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

Nah i ain't sprung or nothing

Then a chinese man came by, “ching ling”

But rather than singing non praise the dude

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Nigga's talk they'd attacked me but wouldn't steal a taxi

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