This is a song about "Mexican diss"

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

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

The diss went from witty

Bitch, they call it motor city

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

When i diss you better listen

You're a circus act, more worthless crap than a napping mexican i can refill

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

I'm responsible for this unstoppable diss

My marble floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless

Yeah, right, get over here faster

I'm mexican rapper

But not a single fuck for y'all bitches

You cant even write a good diss?

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

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