This is a song about "Carlos the mexican"

The streetz is aint the safe

And pray for better days

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Karl malone called her a little mexican, but he never won a chip

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

And yes bitch i am mexican

If a nigga didn't fake like them

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

But that’s just life, where i’m from

Do the math, get the sum

The more battles the better the flows

Guess i’m different than most

The bigger the the fun

There are times when you'll need someone