This is a song about "Mexican rancheros"

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

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

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

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

Isn't a right its more of a decision. haters like gators hating me till

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

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

You winning's more rare than a mexican on break

I'm mexican rapper

I call her, no answer

Heaven forbid i commit these sins as a mexican.

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Shoot at the schoolbus leave it open like a mexican taco

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

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