This is a song about "Dirty mexican"

Know just what you worth

For clockin dirty dollars

Top ranked, number one my son

Hella dirty like i'm paris hilton

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

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

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

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

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

Like a nigga movin' kilo

She sees the world through a dirty window

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

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

Because we're dirty and fucked in the head,

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck