This is a song about "Ching chang chong"

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

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

Ring ring ding dong ching chang ching ringa ding dong

Music, i have to listen to music all day long

With the chinese: ching chong

Everyday a star is born

Gettin' high as cheech and chong

Ha, and the bitches all gone

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

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

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing

Then a chinese man came by, “ching ling”