This is a song about "Chinese labour in 1870s"

I love your ambition

I get in where i fit in.

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

It's all good, finna dog that

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

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

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

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

Thank kenny burns, though we not talking

Then a chinese man came by, “ching ling”

Bitches is artificially duck

Stuck in the in the tub,

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

See, and now life seem hard