This is a song about "Chinese starbucks"

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Explosion even killing the starbucks liberals

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Do i bring discomfert to you're upper middle class starbucks dicks

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Always turning red like a chinese tomato

See, it's something about commitment though

While you chinese be eating flies

We hustle to survive

Eyes low chinese im feelin' like i must be

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

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

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

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Smoking got squinted eyes like im chinese,