This is a song about "Mexican food"

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

But rather than singing non praise the dude

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I don’t care where ya are

I'm mexican rapper

She never ready to go so she forever come

Heaven forbid i commit these sins as a mexican.

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

I was starving, didn't have money to buy food

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute