This is a song about "Being mexican"

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

And broke niggas make me hesitant. im all about that green like a mexican that

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Fuck being counterfeit

Cause when i win this shit free they think i’m oprah's cousin

Heaven forbid i commit these sins as a mexican.

His wifey fuck with me and really he don't understand

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

And yes bitch i am mexican

What up girl, tell me how you been

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Too afraid of being a loser

Odd future wolf gang, wu-tang banging in your system

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

Bitch i got my swag card, natural protection

The latter being a constant misconception,