This is a song about "Chinese slave"

Twelve years a slave, spend more in a grave.

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

Always turning red like a chinese tomato

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Got a bugatti with black and white seats call it chinese checkers,

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

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

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Devastating a grave digger your just a slave kicker a fake figure,

Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer

My eyes chinese, got me looking at rights through a slit

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit