This is a song about "Annoying mexican kids"

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

The same mainstream annoying game deploying fame

And speak to suburban kids

Big stacks, no lego bricks

To beat me bring a black guy in a mexican wrestling mask

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

Covered suburban kids, man they're just rich white kids

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

So, what the fuck would you say? it's annoying on the radio,

Lil prps like 3 digits

Stories we were told as kids

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

Since your mexican hers a few peso

I wanna feed my babys kids

Spray the fifth, gator kicks