This is a song about "Battles in mexican american war"

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

And yes bitch i am mexican

The battles over but the war has just begun, enters other souls and he feasts

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

Dive in war armed to the teeth with bars only

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

And ya i got 16/17 voted in ma battles

You got to fight through many battles in life,

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Succeed in what you love the american dream

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Hold your applause until the ceremony end

I win battles like a lucky winner in a contest