This is a song about "Rancid mexican food"

Have you ever been sitting in a room with no food.

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

No doctors and lawyers or nurses and cops, just fast food,

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Now all im tryna do is get food

You winning's more rare than a mexican on break

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

And in this game you the gators' food

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

Ironically i'm mexican and still don't understand it