This is a song about "Mexican girl"

Lift her shirt them titties bezerk (damn girl)

They are here to make our lives whirl

And he, what's his name, earl

You say you love yo girl

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

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

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

Karl malone called her a little mexican, but he never won a chip

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

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit