This is a song about "Mexican people"

Cause this album pack enough evil

This is for the starving people

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Inhabit the minds of people

The root of all evil

Questions enter the minds of people

No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal

Translation cause my life is too sweet

Them people weak them people weak

And broke niggas make me hesitant. im all about that green like a mexican that

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

So many selfish people

And everything is purple