This is a song about "The chinese"

Whole time, a little more girls

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

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

From the projects to the penthouse

Ripped the gown around the blouse,

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

The dead society of a poet

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Play the game nigga

I bring the heat like the

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

To the voice of the oblivion,