This is a song about "Chinese food"

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

I work hard for everything i get

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

And junk food that's been feeding me.

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

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

With the chinese: ching chong

You just gotta be strong

Then a chinese man came by, “ching ling”

We no longer close or nothing

Eyes low chinese im feelin' like i must be

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

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

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