This is a song about "Mexican bou"

For the outlawz, here we come

And yes bitch i am mexican

I'm mexican rapper

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

Heaven forbid i commit these sins as a mexican.

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

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

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

Karl malone called her a little mexican, but he never won a chip

To beat me bring a black guy in a mexican wrestling mask

I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank

But i'm right back cause the fans couldn't wait though

Since your mexican hers a few peso

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