This is a song about "Chinese"

Shoe game bad yeah she might know something

Then a chinese man came by, “ching ling”

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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

I put that nigga in his casket

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

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

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Eyes low chinese im feelin' like i must be

While you chinese be eating flies

We hustle to survive

Always turning red like a chinese tomato

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

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

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds