This is a song about "Yin yang confucius silk road fireworks gunpowder chinese food"

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

Smooth as silk we sluggy too/

Life's tryin to lap you

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

Heard mathematics playing i was like damn he's delivery smooth like silk

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

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

Always turning red like a chinese tomato

And i did the video for really though

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

But i like you like..like a lil bit

I hate the sound of fireworks and smelling propane.

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game