This is a song about "My mexican br"

But you don't have a chance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

My streaks my testament.

Im happier when high and drunk

These my rhymes and my story

Sing it to em' shorty

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

You just working with the scraps you was given

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Heaven forbid i commit these sins as a mexican.

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Right flows down and they might go nice

See my pain through my eyes,