This is a song about "Mexican hacks"

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

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

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Heaven forbid i commit these sins as a mexican.

See, i'm second to no one

And yes bitch i am mexican

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

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

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

You winning's more rare than a mexican on break

Let em marinate, you forever late

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Shoot at the schoolbus leave it open like a mexican taco

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

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans