This is a song about "Chinese lovers"

Me? i'm wolf, you can call me tyler though

Always turning red like a chinese tomato

I'm activated by the moves your making

Then a chinese man came by, “ching ling”

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

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

Well, the club bout to hear this song

With the chinese: ching chong

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

While you chinese be eating flies

Because i see right through your disguise

Third ward general, young cash money

Eyes low chinese im feelin' like i must be

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food