This is a song about "Hatting on mexiacans"

When you took my hand up so calm

Why do i continue on

That's word to my mom

Aight, keep going, on and on

Riding on coyotes while i'm trippin' on peyote

I just tell cj keep on rollin’ that's my shorty

You cant grab on whats on the news

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

New message from mom

Try not to lead her on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Feel your chest on top on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Burning up,turn the fan on/

100 percent on everything and on my team

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen