This is a song about "Spanish food"

I live in texas red white and blue, playin soccer come at me and my spanish crew

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

Now all im tryna do is get food

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

And in this game you the gators' food

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

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Yeah hov said he speaks spanish too

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

Banging out niggas with attitude

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Chinga tu madero i just said f*ck you in spanish

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

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