This is a song about "Mexican people"

Put it on everything, history i'mma make

You winning's more rare than a mexican on break

Them people weak them people weak

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

Bun b, i’m underground king

People critically commenting,

People steal, people die,

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

I'm a savior to these people,

This is the root of all evil

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

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

As i light one for ill will

Cause i'm leaving people

Heaven forbid i commit these sins as a mexican.

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them