This is a song about "People after you"

With foreign names, valet the range

After some minutes you will change

Raised by a momma who, who

And if people hating on you

When people up in haiti get some help after a hurricane

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Who takes out people like you

Cause when i make this stew

If you didn't know now you know, i'm always chasing after hoes

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Who know this be the life that i really live

When i'm after you, you won't have to think twice

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

People always want to judge you,

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

After i stuffed you with ammunition.