This is a song about "Mexican whiteboy"

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

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

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

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

Since your mexican hers a few peso

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

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

Shoot at the schoolbus leave it open like a mexican taco

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

They like talk to em young

And yes bitch i am mexican

Heaven forbid i commit these sins as a mexican.

Protect ya neck cuz they comin' for sets, respect, split your onion

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

You winning's more rare than a mexican on break