This is a song about "Mexican raper"

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

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

We both teenagers with the same mind state

You winning's more rare than a mexican on break

Shoot at the schoolbus leave it open like a mexican taco

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Sweetpea? sounds like a little child raper

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

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Now, i'm speaking right to you lil' naughty raper

Best friend, girl friend, and my good cousin

And yes bitch i am mexican

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