This is a song about "Mexican border"

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

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

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

Be peddling on bikes to the border flipping bitches like a quarter

Ironically i'm mexican and still don't understand it

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

Since your mexican hers a few peso

Infatuations border the need for mental evaluation

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

And yes bitch i am mexican

Get backpack 'n ya gear on, time to cross the border.

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for