This is a song about "Your asian"

And of course, my car's off course

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Asian but i never passed arithmetic

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Raised as an asian so it only makes sense that i aim for the top

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

I jumped a skittish asian grocery man when he closed the store,

My asian immigrant parents had something to prove

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Dont tell no bitches that im only an asian who can play dot to dot and and

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

They bringing me fish and chips

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,