This is a song about "Mexican boy"

When i was just a boy

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?

You winning's more rare than a mexican on break

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Hey, lookin' boy, what you say lookin' boy

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

I'm mexican rapper