This is a song about "Mexican hackd"

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

Since your mexican hers a few peso

And yes bitch i am mexican

Two reflections into one

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

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

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

I'm mexican rapper

My records sell, yes sir

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

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

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

You winning's more rare than a mexican on break

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate