This is a song about "Ua chink"

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

Crunch rhymes like diamonds 'till on tracks i let 'em roar,

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

You can run slash rap fuck this fuck that, but i'm here dodgin every punch and crunch you have

Naked skin swimming, my chin forbidding

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

She swallow my kids, that bitch never spits

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

Kiss a dick and lick it little slick rick followers, swallow,

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines go

I'm getting it, hustlin' like i'm still down

And yet you walk with your chin up and no frown