This is a song about "Chinese gamer"

I get slight work like big sean

With the chinese: ching chong

While you chinese be eating flies

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Always turning red like a chinese tomato

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

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

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Eyes low chinese im feelin' like i must be

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

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

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

I know the world been waiting for that

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

My eyes chinese, got me looking at rights through a slit