This is a song about "Mexican raper"

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

You winning's more rare than a mexican on break

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

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

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

Since your mexican hers a few peso

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

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

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Sweetpea? sounds like a little child raper

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

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

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

Shoot at the schoolbus leave it open like a mexican taco