This is a song about "Mexican food"

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

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Come get some, you little bum

And yes bitch i am mexican

Ironically i'm mexican and still don't understand it

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

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

Banging out niggas with attitude

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

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit