This is a song about "Mexican weed dealer boy and girls"

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

I'm 8 ballin with your dealer and he knows my last name get the fuck out

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

What do i really need

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

Put up and smoke that weed,

We can't catch the beat

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

Part of me though, is searching for answers

Weed smoke, booze and violence

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Powerpuff girls and invader zim

Where god at? i need to call him

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

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