This is a song about "Rancid mexican food"

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

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

But nah, he is quite different

Leave ya rancid, we advance and

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Heaven forbid i commit these sins as a mexican.

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

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

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

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

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

You winning's more rare than a mexican on break

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,

But respect is more real, and ambition the key