This is a song about "My mexican br"

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

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

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

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

And if he can't learn to love you, you should leave him

He just get her bigger bags

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Everyday we party hard like there ain't no tomorrow

Shoot at the schoolbus leave it open like a mexican taco

See my pain through my eyes,

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Ha, now keep out, me and my whole team out