This is a song about "Frankie auyeung china boy"

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Everything even the us flag is made in china

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Tycoon, nationalist, china, you one of your allies,

With the same pace, looking boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Pockets to no ends, through hell and out china well spent,

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

That made china sick ,mad over the out come blood on my shoe

Gotta hella fish on white china dish

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches