This is a song about "Diss asian"

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

But so many asian bitches in my crib it looks like i be clonin'

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

Her eyes stay low call her asian

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

Because this record is only to diss

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

I jumped a skittish asian grocery man when he closed the store,

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

My asian immigrant parents had something to prove

I'm responsible for this unstoppable diss

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this