This is a song about "Chinese kimono"

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Eyes low chinese im feelin' like i must be

They say i talk like im god body

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

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

I walked up and asked what's wrong

With the chinese: ching chong

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

Always turning red like a chinese tomato

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit

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

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

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

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys