This is a song about "Fuck you hood rat homie bling bling ching ching chong china"

It's funny how pucci made all the snakes gone

Ring ring ding dong ching chang ching ringa ding dong

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Diamond bling layers, i'm rhyming with a #king #slayer,

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I will fight swinging while your shit singing and showing off your bling and shit i

About the way i'm feeling

If my purse wouln't make ching

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Fuck that all i see is a hood rat id never ever touch smack