This is a song about "My mexican br"

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

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

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

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

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

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

My streaks my testament.

If you ever feel alone and