This is a song about "Zheng he"

He raps fine lines he knows he raps tight

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

He didn't answer her he just looked away

And i can't even look the other way

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

He commit suicide

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

Thinking he wont goddamn it he will

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

Mind he did and he was so pumped he lost track of time. he looks at the clock

About australia he claimed he remember nothing huh?

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga