This is a song about "Chinese gamer"

I know the moves i'm making

Then a chinese man came by, “ching ling”

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

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

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

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

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Smoking got squinted eyes like im chinese,

Eyes low chinese im feelin' like i must be

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

While you chinese be eating flies

And when i start to rise

Stressed out, cos' i'm gone

With the chinese: ching chong