This is a song about "New mexico history"

Even if it's not out, bring the whole stock out

All the way down to mexico where coke is allowed

You're like the kama sutra, after this you're fucking history,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

You don't know raps history,

Would it alter the course of my history?/

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Instead of darkened fiends writing her fucking history,

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

"by the way, here's a one-way ticket back to mexico",

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

History, like yo clique will be

We’re playing the game and saying names to make history,

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free