This is a song about "Mexican soup"

I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand

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

Heaven forbid i commit these sins as a mexican.

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

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

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

I could eat a bowl of alphabet soup and shit out a smarter statement than that.

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Want a taste of the lyrical soup,

Burnt the soup, call it asher’s broth

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Scoopin up all the loot while im sippin on some matzah ball soup

And if it's in your possession then follow the directions my dude

Youve got everything backwards, you dip your soup inside your crackers,

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters