This is a song about "Chinese paper names"

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

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

With the chinese: ching chong

Don't gotta wait long

Homage paid, i spit flames at names of the game, dropping names,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Write your names on the separate piece of paper

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

Always turning red like a chinese tomato

After your names on a tombstone

Now all i am is alone

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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