This is a song about "Mexican food"

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

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

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

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

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Heaven forbid i commit these sins as a mexican.

And we don't stress for nothing i just press the button

Edible, these artists are garbage, i'm leafy lettuce food

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Dudes that bark shit deserve nothing less than pet food

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

I dream of a world where us people eat delicious food,

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude