This is a song about "Mexican whiteboy"

Since your mexican hers a few peso

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

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

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

And yes bitch i am mexican

I'm mexican rapper

Said when i do dirt wit her

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

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

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

You're a circus act, more worthless crap than a napping mexican i can refill

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

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

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

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot