This is a song about "Aztes and spanish"

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

My records sell, yes sir

And inhospitable,

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

So while the world goes drake crazy

Living young and wild and free

Professing they found one ready as this

She say something something spanish

And a fridge and some broccoli

Look it something they can't ever see

And more than confident

Social conditioning and

Stanzas scorching like spanish porches and them beats hot too

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

Grab the scissors and saws and

Knees dug deep into the pavement