This is a song about "Mami loco"

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Bt i'm the loco motherfucker who had gotton you slain

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Face it man i'm always on some loco entertain shit

I miss you at my recent show

Loco off the dodo

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

I'm loopy, that's limey for "so loco"

Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though

Every time i hear your vocals i go loco,

So we both ball till' my dying daysbefore i say goodbyekato and mental rest in peacethug till i die

It's just a figment of my imagination i've gone coco i've gone loco up so high

So snapchat me mami let me peek at chu

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you