This is a song about "Mexican peopl e"

To beat me bring a black guy in a mexican wrestling mask

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

Even ice, i , c , e

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Do you think i'm crazy

Its the h.o.r.s double e

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

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

Since your mexican hers a few peso

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

An allegory without the e

That's why i'm makin' money

I'm offended that i'm in group e