This is a song about "Ching chong"

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

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

Ring ring ding dong ching chang ching ringa ding dong

So i’m warning , don’t you love me for too long

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

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

I just chill like cheech and chong

We gonna be all the way gone

But he don't rule a thing

Then a chinese man came by, “ching ling”

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

With the chinese: ching chong

December 4th a star was born