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

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Sheets made of egyptian silk material

Smoking got squinted eyes like im chinese,

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

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

Tell them that your sorry, you're a cow, took a fuckin' shower

They cut like wolverine on the line of albino gunpowder

Ha, and the bitches all gone

With the chinese: ching chong

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,

I don't give damn about grands see my mind's on a grammy

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

And in this game you the gators' food

Sky high, iced out paradise

While you chinese be eating flies