This is a song about "Chinese paper names"

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

There's probably a whole group of other names

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

I got so many niggas i can't remember all they names

Then a chinese man came by, “ching ling”

Ten more depending on where wale going

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Write your names on the separate piece of paper

Entertainment i'm maintainin it ,claimin the game, and takin names

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Your life is a product of trash

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass//

The only differences ya'll got are ya names

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

Her names heavenleigh burns

That's why she ignore my flowers