This is a song about "Chinese people blowing up"

Smoking got squinted eyes like im chinese,

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Then a chinese man came by, “ching ling”

Look, i know you not gay or nothing

But i’m worth it though work this shit so perfect though

Always turning red like a chinese tomato

She’s a star if i ever seen one

Blowing up like i'm boston

I'm blowing up like a martyr that's / using the spark attached to the fuse

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/