This is a song about "Making fun of mexicans"

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

"instead, sniff some of this cocaine, it's fun;

Spilling blood of rappers, oh what good fun/

Cold, my style making my nose run

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

We're fucking redneck crackers, making fun of the shit,

With my heart most of you fuckas just fakers in the making

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Old school convos, talking bout lotto, spreading advice, always a lot of fun

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Dropping bombs without the mortars faster than mexicans

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

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

'cuz we gettin' that work like mexicans,

And start making all kinds of commotion

You're uncool like my mother kin