This is a song about "Fake mexican"

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

All you niggas dead , dead fake

See my hands start to shake

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake

You got 3 votes by fake

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

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

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

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

Ur love was always fake

Two reflections into one

And yes bitch i am mexican

Ur love was always fake

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight