This is a song about "Mexican prids"

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

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

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

Shoot at the schoolbus leave it open like a mexican taco

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show

Since your mexican hers a few peso

Every woman that know us think uzoma my cousin

Heaven forbid i commit these sins as a mexican.

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

Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand

And yes bitch i am mexican

I want to fight the music on this one

I'm evolving in these particular skills, others devolve yet have a similar will.

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