This is a song about "Little asians"

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

In 10 years, asians will be fuckin comin to make rap right!

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

Into little minces

Cause ignorance is bliss

Their influence though, is so largely little

Your two lips they smell like tulips so official

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Little scrapes, little dents - i got over

All the innocent little children

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Hope you got it little be

Third ward general, young cash money

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

I hate it when they card asians