This is a song about "Chinese raps"

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

天使 tiānshǐ, now i'm dropping it harder, chinese

But you don't have a chance

Quick with the intricate raps

She do it with no hands

Enough of the weakened raps

Then a chinese man came by, “ching ling”

Hurricane clapping, lyricism ain't working

Know it good when she go no hands

She like when i rap raps

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Right flows down and they might go nice

While you chinese be eating flies