This is a song about "The chinese"

She all that i can handle

Your the boat without the paddle

Girls fast how jamaicans run

To the voice of the oblivion,

Eyes low chinese im feelin' like i must be

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

With the chinese: ching chong

Looking so damn right you're wrong

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

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

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

While you chinese be eating flies

I chill now...cop a little ice later

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