This is a song about "Mexican"

I'm mexican rapper

You told me god was the answer

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

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

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Heaven forbid i commit these sins as a mexican.

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

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

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

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

And yes bitch i am mexican

Truly unique and soothing to the ear, slow enough to understand and my points are made clear,

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