This is a song about "Mexican country"

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I got family spread out across the country

I'm mexican rapper

You know...you know who you are

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

The ones you trust to lead your country are lethal people

Cause when i win this shit free they think i’m oprah's cousin

Heaven forbid i commit these sins as a mexican.

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

Too smart to die for a country that dont love me

Country is addicted, to the rubberband with a

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

But got comma’s in my statement

Im hardcore, your only that country dump