This is a song about "Mexican food"

And yes bitch i am mexican

I pop one, you pop one

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

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

All my niggas get together to gather loot

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

You winning's more rare than a mexican on break

Heaven forbid i commit these sins as a mexican.

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

And junk food that's been feeding me.

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

And in this game you the gators' food

But radio ain't trying to follow suit