This is a song about "Mexican gangs"

I roll with real gangs stole 'n steal grams make a bitch squeal

2 shades from the color graymy kick game so unreal

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

You winning's more rare than a mexican on break

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

And broke niggas make me hesitant. im all about that green like a mexican that

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

And yes bitch i am mexican

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

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

Shoot at the schoolbus leave it open like a mexican taco