This is a song about "Big mexican breasts"

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Girls come form a queue and show me all your fucking breasts

Ironically i'm mexican and still don't understand it

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

These wussies pretending to stand big

Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick

Isn't a right its more of a decision. haters like gators hating me till

You're a circus act, more worthless crap than a napping mexican i can refill

And yes bitch i am mexican

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

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

I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank

Place your fucking bets before i slice her fucking breasts

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends