This is a song about "Rancid mexican food"

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

You winning's more rare than a mexican on break

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

I was starving, didn't have money to buy food

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

Shoot at the schoolbus leave it open like a mexican taco

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

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

Leave ya rancid, we advance and

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Heaven forbid i commit these sins as a mexican.

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them