This is a song about "Mexican raper"

Since your mexican hers a few peso

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

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

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

And yes bitch i am mexican

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Sulking crying cuz i will kill even you bill even if you got a top block that can chill

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

Shout out to mid-majors, who forget what they major

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

Sweetpea? sounds like a little child raper

Regardless to all them, i appease her