This is a song about "Mexican guy"

And i know that your supply

Did you meet another guy

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

Now we going hard like i ain't gonna die

Now go figure, he's the bad guy,

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

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

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

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

Turned into the good guy

Dreamin on a lullaby

And yes bitch i am mexican

Shit, we don't believe none of them

You winning's more rare than a mexican on break

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid