This is a song about "Mexican soup"

Scarface, say i got that montana flow

Since your mexican hers a few peso

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

I brought the bowl of tomato soup onto the deck

Shoot at the schoolbus leave it open like a mexican taco

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

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

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Heaven forbid i commit these sins as a mexican.

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

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

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

Soup pal every night i'm fucking a new gal i go straight to bed never let them

Speed up, patience, please cause

Burnt the soup, call it asher’s broth