This is a song about "Chinese"

天使 tiānshǐ, now i'm dropping it harder, chinese

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Got a bugatti with black and white seats call it chinese checkers,

The dead society of a poet

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

My eyes chinese, got me looking at rights through a slit

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Eyes low chinese im feelin' like i must be

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

With the chinese: ching chong

Looking so damn right you're wrong

Dmv so we used to the waiting

Then a chinese man came by, “ching ling”