This is a song about "Mexican music"

Heaven forbid i commit these sins as a mexican.

If i had a life jacket cause i'm not that dumb

Since your mexican hers a few peso

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Got the passion for the music

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

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

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

Eatin niggas, killin niggas, makin dope music.

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

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

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

I make elevating music, you make elevator music