This is a song about "Chinese style"

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

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Always turning red like a chinese tomato

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

Animal style my style is wild

You can search but you'll never find

Smoking got squinted eyes like im chinese,

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

It was different version and a different style.

I said pay me it’s nothing

Then a chinese man came by, “ching ling”

While you chinese be eating flies

They getting nice, they got some ice