This is a song about "Mexican hacks"

You're a circus act, more worthless crap than a napping mexican i can refill

Dealin with no mom, all the pain i've undergone has shaped what you hear here in your ear

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

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Can't stand these hacks gettin' cash and contracts for their wack raps

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

Heaven forbid i commit these sins as a mexican.

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Shoot at the schoolbus leave it open like a mexican taco

Spending all this paper like i fucking hit the lotto

I'm mexican rapper

You told me god was the answer

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

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight