This is a song about "Locating race in late colonial mexico"

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

My bitch wanna spoon late in the afternoon, this bitch that i consumed,

With all these charges your gonna face i dont give shit in this race

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

They say that i never cease to amaze

Ya know ya not able to compete in this race,

Hotter than all black in mexico, flow colder than the war with ru and us, so

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Nobody never gave me shit, when i got my first chain

It went from comin home late to inhalin smoke in my brain

Don't you fall from grace

Oops, too late. in goes your face.

Judge me for my color and my race, that crap puts an utter in my face

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

The boy gets home late in the afternoon