This is a song about "Mexican peopl e"

Third ward general, young cash money

An allegory without the e

E= eater and mc's beware

Let me hear that beat, air

I'm mexican rapper

How simple they are

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

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

I will never quit 'til the day that i d to the i to the e

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

Shoot at the schoolbus leave it open like a mexican taco

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

And maybe cupid won't miss

//moo$e verse 2 [ignore this]