This is a song about "Rancid mexican food"

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

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

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Now all im tryna do is get food

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

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

The walls i couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank

To beat me bring a black guy in a mexican wrestling mask

Heaven forbid i commit these sins as a mexican.

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

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

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