This is a song about "Rancid mexican food"

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

I dream of a world where us people eat delicious food,

Shoot at the schoolbus leave it open like a mexican taco

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

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

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

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

Hoping i could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take

You winning's more rare than a mexican on break

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Edible, these artists are garbage, i'm leafy lettuce food

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

To beat me bring a black guy in a mexican wrestling mask

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

And in this game you the gators' food