This is a song about "Mexican food"

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

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

Since your mexican hers a few peso

Double m g forever though

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

All my niggas get together to gather loot

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

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

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

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

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

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

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

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute