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

Heh, if the autotune's gone

With the chinese: ching chong

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

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

Now all im tryna do is get food

Hold the door for girls

While you wear silk sweatshirts...

Keep ying and the yang in balance so im bringing a pistol

Bet they cancel they date like waking up late with a pimple

Had all these feelings within, a yang without a yin

First sceneproducers pointin' like action

After that moscato hit

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

天使 tiānshǐ, now i'm dropping it harder, chinese

This song about you, then you probably need to leave