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

But rather than singing non praise the dude

Now all im tryna do is get food

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

Tie it in silk and name it sexy;

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

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

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

Haven't seen the world in so long

With the chinese: ching chong

And in this game you the gators' food

Banging out niggas with attitude

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

That's when you know you doing shit

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

It's outrageus, people not having money for food