This is a song about "Mexican niggas"

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

Shoot at the schoolbus leave it open like a mexican taco

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

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

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Eatin niggas, killin niggas, makin dope music.

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

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

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