This is a song about "Mexican hacks"

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

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

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

You winning's more rare than a mexican on break

Shoot at the schoolbus leave it open like a mexican taco

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

For the outlawz, here we come

And yes bitch i am mexican

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

The mainstream’s filled with these spineless hacks,

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

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

He lays the bodies down on flat, as he hacks a limb and ate,

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

Said when i do dirt wit her

I'm mexican rapper