This is a song about "Chinese takeaway"

While you chinese be eating flies

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

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

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

Always turning red like a chinese tomato

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

Y'all can't ever fade that, i don't ever lack shit

So my eyes are lookin chinese, i'm so sedated

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Eyes low chinese im feelin' like i must be

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

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys