This is a song about "Diss asian"

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

My asian immigrant parents had something to prove

Clutchin’ on this lube and roses

Spit a poem or a diss

Occasion when i'm blazin asian and no drops to fade it with

Its so simple to see things from a genius perspective

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

Disoriented, like an asian when you spin em.

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Kinda like maths and asian

They like talk to em young

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

I dont try to diss you