This is a song about "Ching chong ling"

I was born to do the damn thing

On my fox flow, ring a ding ling ling

If my purse wouln't make ching

Go pop some pills or something

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

With the chinese: ching chong

Haven't seen a girl in so long

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.

Then a chinese man came by, “ching ling”

Add me, take me, pay me it’s nothing

Gettin' high as cheech and chong

Ha, and the bitches all gone