This is a song about "The chinese"

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

I bring the heat like the

She acting all extra

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

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

I know my daddy gone

With the chinese: ching chong

Your the boat without the paddle

She all that i can handle

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

And my momma keep smoking that shit

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

To the voice of the oblivion,

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

He lying i’m on papers