This is a song about "Chinese kid"

Then a chinese man came by, “ching ling”

I'm on the run, keep running

Eyes low chinese im feelin' like i must be

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

We at the top where we belong

With the chinese: ching chong

But most times i'm not, i be lifted

62. i'm the baddest kid,

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

The nerve i never hated

Then there was this one kid

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

So my eyes are lookin chinese, i'm so sedated

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years