This is a song about "Mexican cartel"

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

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

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

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

I'm mexican rapper

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

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

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

The world looking out, they on the front row

Since your mexican hers a few peso

You winning's more rare than a mexican on break

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

Like a fashion cartel,

I'm love stoned and i could swear

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

The cartel, the medellin, the metal's on your medal then...