This is a song about "Mexican raper"

You never play with young boys cause they never private

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

And they drummin' on the hollow buckets, show ain't over 'til it's bravo

Shoot at the schoolbus leave it open like a mexican taco

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

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

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

You winning's more rare than a mexican on break

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

Since your mexican hers a few peso

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Sweetpea? sounds like a little child raper

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

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