This is a song about "Connie chow petit"

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

It's cool cause the radio don't do much

Bam! too late! now its time for lunch.

Now loose the caps and make your mind distorted in a snap

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Rae took on the date with the purple tape

But luckily it landed in your lunch plate

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Last wednesday, accidentally dented the back of my truck.

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

The science and the art, africa

So my eyes are lookin chinese, i'm so sedated

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that