This is a song about "Chinese raps"

But they say we ain't big

My raps are artistic

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

I destroyed it with my raps,

They just wanna dance

Writing raps like psychopaths

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Who stays up at night just writing raps

While you chinese be eating flies

Inferior, but i'm nice

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Got better raps written on napkins

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

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

I can only construct raps

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps