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

Uh, your brains will blow up just like fireworks

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Tie it in silk and name it sexy;

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

I be stuck to you

Smooth as silk we sluggy too/

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

Ambition is my shit and i put that on my name

I hate the sound of fireworks and smelling propane.

Then a chinese man came by, “ching ling”

And getting money is the song i sing