This is a song about "Mexican raper"

Heaven forbid i commit these sins as a mexican.

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

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

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

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

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

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

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Sweetpea? sounds like a little child raper

I'm mexican rapper

Something worth dying for

I got something you've been waiting for

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