This is a song about "The chinese"

Eyes low chinese im feelin' like i must be

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Woah there, woah there

The trigger or the chair

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

I bring the heat like the

Now hey little mama

The bigger the the fun

When it's all said and done

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

天使 tiānshǐ, now i'm dropping it harder, chinese