This is a song about "Dissing an asian"

Her eyes stay low call her asian

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

Raised as an asian so it only makes sense that i aim for the top

Im dissing fags over

Ya'll wife and white knight her

Kinda like maths and asian

Cold world no blanket son

Your trying to make friends when ya supposed to be dissing,

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

You wouldn't be missing if you weren't dissing

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Not dissing anyone or showing hate

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

And pray to be an asian and stand proud, but til then i'm shook