This is a song about "Mexican white"

Whether it's white or violet

Because there ain't no coming back from that

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

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

Face white as frank white, y'all ready to die yet?

Rock solid like a stalagmite over betty white,

Get ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger right

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

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

Rich white and black white-washed men/

I don't care what it did to them

I got that powder, i got that white

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

To the white lies or white lines that constantly define