This is a song about "Chun li"

Babbling with no manners, singin' like anna, when she first sang to her sister

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

So you finally got the nerve

Excuse me i got better manners,

But the plan is to show you that i understand

When i stood with her all night despite being jet lagged

My niggas fly niggas, this is jet life

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Rap is based off of reality, re-a-li-sm

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Now deep down you know that shits wrong, it just isn't etiquette/