This is a song about "Mexican gangster"

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

It's things to know about when you got dough and clout

Heaven forbid i commit these sins as a mexican.

All up in her backspace like a delete button

And i'm like a gangster

My records sell, yes sir

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

No shit, he's a gangster on the mic, yea right cunt

You winning's more rare than a mexican on break

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs