This is a song about "Aztecs and spanish"

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

I want to hit the beach, she wants the spanish civil war museum

But got comma’s in my statement

Social conditioning and

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

Screwed in spanish, english, and religion and its just a coincidence

Chinga tu madero i just said f*ck you in spanish

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And a fridge and some broccoli

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Many times i damage when i rhyme in spanish,

A fun chick its nothin to break funds with