This is a song about "Young asian nigga"

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I'm gone stay fly, young k preying every name no nigga never fuckin die.

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

Im a young nigga comin for the top spot

Young roy to another nigga

They claim it as their own, africa

I don't care what it did to them

Kinda like maths and asian

My asian immigrant parents had something to prove

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Raised as an asian doesn't mean that i can't spit

Disoriented, like an asian when you spin em.

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again