This is a song about "Ching chang chong"

Thank kenny burns, though we not talking

Then a chinese man came by, “ching ling”

Ring ring ding dong ching chang ching ringa ding dong

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often.

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

I'm on that cheech and chong shit, i'm here all day cheifing bong rips

December 4th a star was born

With the chinese: ching chong

My sim card's the bomb

Gettin' high as cheech and chong

I hear the people talking

If my purse wouln't make ching

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

I'm fucking with that cheech & chong, it's like i'm speaking japanese