This is a song about "Chinese food"

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show

Always turning red like a chinese tomato

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Eyes low chinese im feelin' like i must be

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

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

Then a chinese man came by, “ching ling”

I know the road i'm taking