This is a song about "Dirty mexicans"

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

'cuz we gettin' that work like mexicans,

And scott larock the super ho back in latin quarters

'till like illegal mexicans in texas, bitch we'll break borders,

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

Dirty lets get dirty boy it's only us two

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

They kept a nigga hand clean everytime it got dirty

Sniffing his dirty washing!

I was born to do the damn thing

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Dropping bombs without the mortars faster than mexicans

Fighting with a bottle and a dirty syringe

And fleeing the sceneon rufus, my evil walrus, bitch