This is a song about "Small town mexican trying to get rich"

Of a small mans heart trying to get by

These haters hope i hurry up and die

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

Your trying get ladies i'm trying to get rid of em,

Trying to get my thoughts gathered,

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

I'm just trying to disperse words for a rich verse

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

Cause when i'm in your town i'm trying to smoke up

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club

Small town, kinda place a came from

I don't see a problem

Plan to get rich is going without a hitch,

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

I was a black sheep, but now i'm just a goat

Get smoked he's a big joke trying to not to get broke