This is a song about "The chinese"

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

My eyes chinese, got me looking at rights through a slit

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

That's why she ignore my flowers

So my eyes are lookin chinese, i'm so sedated

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Hold on you can see my vision

The bigger the the fun

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Smoking got squinted eyes like im chinese,

Got a bugatti with black and white seats call it chinese checkers,

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve