This is a song about "Mexican gang life"

Still the man with the pan

Of a wolf gang gang bang

Driving around like gang bang gang gunner

And none drum, iller than ninth wonder

On some mafia shit but i ain't fucking with that gang life

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Fresh gang and ymk about to kiiiiiiill it!

So here i am at the store for some chips

I'll send a gang of villainous midgets

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

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

And yes bitch i am mexican

Why are you talking about your gang

You always say you wasn't ready for no man