This is a song about "Rancid mexican food"

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

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

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

The proverbial lemonade that i made

You winning's more rare than a mexican on break

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

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

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

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Shoot at the schoolbus leave it open like a mexican taco

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

You gon' tip her

I'm mexican rapper