This is a song about "Mexican food"

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

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

Have you ever been sitting in a room with no food.

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

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Dudes that bark shit deserve nothing less than pet food

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

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

All my niggas get together to gather loot

No doctors and lawyers or nurses and cops, just fast food,

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

You winning's more rare than a mexican on break

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

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot