This is a song about "A mexican child hood"

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

Cause ever since a child, he's had a volatile style

Since your mexican hers a few peso

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

Candy on my skull can call me a child

And i'm still considered a child

Cause i’m back on my grind

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

She got that good good

But now your under a hood

Can't even help a small child in midst of a fall,

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

Heaven forbid i commit these sins as a mexican.