This is a song about "Im mexican"

About disaster in the world and

Nigga im elegant ,im elegant

She floating round winners, now your bitch you losing

Im bout to give ya, im ridiculing

Lobsters and shrimp im good

Im still loaded, im loaded

Im gonna be rapping till im decomposed

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Two white cups and i got that drank

Im moving so fast im moving right past,

You winning's more rare than a mexican on break

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

Im still loaded, im loaded

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Im in these streets im gettin paid