This is a song about "Chinese kimono"

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

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

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

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

Always turning red like a chinese tomato

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Smoking got squinted eyes like im chinese,

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

With the chinese: ching chong

But just when it gets good, she's gone

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

This song about you, then you probably need to leave