This is a song about "Rancid mexican food"

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

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

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

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

And yes bitch i am mexican

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

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

Edible, these artists are garbage, i'm leafy lettuce food

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

Shoot at the schoolbus leave it open like a mexican taco

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

Karl malone called her a little mexican, but he never won a chip

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

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