This is a song about "Zheng he"

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

He lost his tact so he backed and the mirror he smacked,

Keep wifey in la perla and don't you ask her what that tori cost

So he started proclaiming,he was contrite he was shouting loud he thought

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

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

It’s something that’s in your veins

And he deteriorates

He can split he can bend

Stop it if you scared

He didn't answer her he just looked away

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

He raps fine lines he knows he raps tight

And you're approaching me right

She gotta hold her head up high

Some days he just wishes he could die