This is a song about "Mexican girls"

And you are not around like black fathers

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

'cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

You winning's more rare than a mexican on break

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

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

I get jelous when your with other girls

You little young-ass motherfuckers

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

We should appreciate the girls

But got love for them girls

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

I'm mexican rapper

Just to let you know, you are