This is a song about "Big mexican breasts"

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

To increase my ends

And you aint got no breasts

You winning's more rare than a mexican on break

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

Heaven forbid i commit these sins as a mexican.

But now it's back to the lab 45 messages right after you land

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

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

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

Since your mexican hers a few peso

She said it really dont matter if its real though