This is a song about "Chinese"

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

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

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

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Smoking got squinted eyes like im chinese,

So my eyes are lookin chinese, i'm so sedated

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Eyes low chinese im feelin' like i must be

Then a chinese man came by, “ching ling”

There'd still be niggas out killing