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

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

If i sent my dad letters

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

And broke niggas make me hesitant. im all about that green like a mexican that

I shed so many tears

Weed smoke, booze and violence

And yes bitch i am mexican

Yeah bitch this date's done

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

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

The young white boy with weed in his backpack

The jager in my cup is licorice black

That hands you weed and alcohol

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Im lyrical individual im a boy i like girls

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players