This is a song about "Chinese new year"

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Eyes low chinese im feelin' like i must be

Third ward general, young cash money

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

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

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

And you all will respect that

We put a wreath on niggas' career

Going to east nexy year

Always turning red like a chinese tomato

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

Y'all mario brothers, i'm metal gear

But luckily tim changed my year

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth