This is a song about "Mexican prids"

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

You winning's more rare than a mexican on break

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

Shoot at the schoolbus leave it open like a mexican taco

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

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

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

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

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

I got the skill, i got that will to fufill, and make them haters go still

Ironically i'm mexican and still don't understand it

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

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

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

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

Since your mexican hers a few peso