This is a song about "Rancid mexican food"

Since your mexican hers a few peso

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

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

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

Banging out niggas with attitude

And in this game you the gators' food

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

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

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

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

Leave ya rancid, we advance and

And more than confident

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

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Im too rachet too rancid/ charles mansion/ unload with the gun bro

Ain’t nobody here leading, it’s way too easy to follow