This is a song about "Mexican are awsome"

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Hell yahtry to dirty up my name

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

That's boa, see that's my set

Skies are black, clouds are red

Flyer then the rest of them

And yes bitch i am mexican

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

I'm mexican rapper

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

Thoughts are provoking, these thoughts are a commotion

And broke niggas make me hesitant. im all about that green like a mexican that

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad