This is a song about "Mexicans and cheaters and ex"

So i sit back and roll up the next, while im blazed my ex hit me up with a text,

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

But my ex is so gay i think he bought a purse

It was just the four of us uptown corners

Mentirosos, they hate mexicans!

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

We been all around the world

My ex girl heart is so bruised and burned

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

So every action got its consequence, the lack of common sense,

I was charged on suspicion of sabotaging the engine to evade the ex

'till like illegal mexicans in texas, bitch we'll break borders,

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours