This is a song about "Mexican boy"

Since your mexican hers a few peso

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

That's all they say looking boy

No ray of joyi'm the boy

Now i'm trapped in a life that you managed to destroy,

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

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?

Hey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy